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Hunted Ch. 01

By: guitargotmilf



This was inspired after I watched The Hunger Games. Plot summary: a group of us stuck in the woods try to outwit a bloodthirsty maniac that no one knew had escaped from a mental hospital, not even the prison guards or cops. I know it's not original. Think Predator with a Friday the 13th feel to it. All characters are based on people in my life but with different names except me and my girlfriend Liv, with accurate portrayals and real names. It's a long story, with some sex and passion but mostly focused on survival and trying to escape this lunatic. Hope you like it.

Part 1

I sighed and ran my hand through my hair, bored to death. A group of us, 8 total, were going on a training exercise teaching survival skills and teamwork, courtesy of our parents' insistence that we get out more. Seven of us were sitting in the bed of our instructor's truck, a Chevy Silverado, on our way to the area, a giant clusterfuck of woods. I looked around at the rest of the group. They all looked the same, bored as hell and not wanting to do this. Before I go too far into the story, here's a list of all the characters:

Me- My name is Matt, 18 years old and a college freshman, 5'8"-5'9"ish, dark brown hair, gray eyes, rather large, hook nose, broken once when I was 14. I was looking up through the sunroof of my dad's car as he went over a speed bump. I did a face plant into the roof. Ouch! I was pretty quiet and shy, but I defended myself. My uncle was an army ranger in the Gulf and taught me hand to hand combat. And just for the sheer badassness of it, he taught me to throw knives. I also played guitar in a band and baseball. I had a very dry and sarcastic wit that most people found funny. I was in ok shape, not ripped, but not fat either. 

Liv- My first and current girlfriend, dating for 2 years. The only girl I've ever loved. She was 18, about to turn 19, and in her sophomore year in college. She stood about 5'3"-5'4". Light brown hair, hazel eyes, light freckles across her nose. She had a body that most guys, me included, drooled over. She was recruited for college soccer. She had gorgeous, toned legs and a perfect stomach with a belly button piercing to match. Liv also had a decent rack, maybe a 34C. However, my favorite feature was her ass. Incredibly firm and tight, but still soft. She looked amazing in pretty much any pants or shorts. She was pretty talkative and outgoing once you got to know her. What I loved about her was her sense of humor and vocab. She was a girl but not ladylike at all. She swore a lot and talked using crude terms that even my guy friends didn't use, mostly sexual terms. Blowing me like a pro was a nice bonus too. Just an amazing girl to have.

Coach Kay- The athletic director at my school. Maybe in his 60s, but big, like 6'3". A former Green Beret and probably a Vietnam vet. He was picked to lead this trip, given his past with special forces. He was quiet and reserved. Until you pissed him off. 

Nate- My close friend. He had just turned 18 and was a big guy too, like 6'2". Brown hair and green eyes. An avid video gamer and motorcycle junkie, he was a nice kid that I met freshman year. There was also an old joke that his mother was a MILF. You'd think so too if you saw his 30-something mother wearing a bikini and getting shitfaced at his birthday/4th of July parties. He was single but looking to get lucky. 

Cody- Another friend. He was about 3 months older than me but was quite short, at around 5'7". I'd played baseball with him growing up and knew him better than I knew Nate. He had light brown hair and green eyes. Cody was also thought to be part ape, because he was so hairy. His arms and legs were a fucking forest of hair. He was chatty if he knew you. But if he didn't like you, he had no problem saying it and could be a dick to you. He was fine with me, so I'm guessing he liked me. He was also single. My friends also thought girls would only date him for warmth. 

Nick- Probably the most irritating kid I've ever met. I went to school with him but tried to avoid him. He never shut up and was constantly following me around school, probably because no one else talked to him, for obvious reasons. I didn't think anyone liked him. He was about my height but much fatter, probably outweighing me by about 50 pounds. He had light brown hair and brown eyes. He was single. I can't imagine why. 

Bre- I didn't really know her, but I got the impression that she was a skank. She had a different boyfriend pretty much every week and had piercings just about everywhere. I had also seen her smoking on the way to school. She was about 5'5" with darkish eyes (I'm not really sure, I'd never got close enough to look. Thank god). She had black hair with red streaks. What a babe she was (sarcasm).

Steve- I was in middle and high school with him. He was the oldest in the group at 19. He was a little taller than me, maybe 5'10" at the most. He was not a good looking kid. He had black hair and beady dark eyes. No one liked him. I even heard my teachers talking about him. I had a history with him. He started picking on me one day in 7th grade during gym class in the locker room, verbally abusing me. I didn't care about that and ignored it. Then he got physical, slapping me and stabbing me with a pencil. It ended with me finally turning around and clocking him, laying him out on the locker room floor. He never touched me again. Nate was there and still talks about it. We still don't like each other, even though he stopped coming to class, and probably dropped out of high school. I had to explain to the principal what went down but still got suspended anyway. Horseshit. I'm trying to avoid him on this exercise. I don't want any trouble. Now back to the story.

I looked around at everyone. Most were on their phones or iPods. Some were sleeping. I looked down at Liv, who was resting her head on my shoulder, trying to sleep. She smiled at me and leaned up and kissed my cheek, before settling down and closing her eyes, leaning her head on my shoulder. Nate was to my right, on his phone. Cody was on his iPod looking at MLB scores and stats. Steve the douche was sitting across from me with a jealous look on his face, eyeing Liv. I gave a slight smirk at him, as if to say, That's right jerkoff, she's mine. And if I catch you touching her, you won't have a hand to touch her with. I could be quite defensive at times. He turned away, clearly envying the chick I had on my arm. 

There was silence until coach Kay pulled into the parking lot of a lodge. He got out and opened the tailgate of his truck. We piled out quickly, stiff and sore from the ride. Kay gathered us and said, "We're spending the night here. There's a doctor and a store for supplies if you need it. There also a barber, so you can shave or cut your hair or whatever. It's the last time you can for the next week. The same goes for showering, unless we find a lake or stream or something. Ok, I think that's it. Your rooms are free, as well as room service. Now go and enjoy yourselves. And no dicking around! I mean it!" He looked at us, but his gaze lingered on me and Liv longer than anyone else. 

Liv smiled at him, "Come on, coach. Do you honestly think we'd do anything?" His face told us otherwise. She smiled and grabbed my hand, leading me into the lobby, everyone following suit.

Dinner that night was good, an all-you-can-eat buffet for no cost. Liv sat with me, Nate, and Cody, all of us joking and laughing, forgetting that we didn't want to be here. Liv was playing footsies with me and rubbing my leg under the table the whole time. She even pretended to drop her silverware and went under the table to rub my dick through my shorts a few times. 

After dinner, we all went to the pool and hot tub. My jaw dropped when I saw Liv in her bikini. Holy shit! Every guy in the vicinity, and even some girls, were drooling over her. I could see Bre and Nick staring at her, with a combo of disbelief and jealousy. She was wearing a black bikini that was barely fitting. Her perfectly toned, tanned stomach and belly button piercing contrasted perfectly with the bikini. Steve was sitting on his own, watching her with lust. Liv saw this and beckoned me close with one finger and a seductive smile, and kissed me very hard and passionately, adding a shitload of tongue. Several wolf whistles and cries of laughter were uttered when she did this. It's safe to say I had the hottest and most desirable girlfriend in the room. She came up for air literally 20 seconds later, breathing hard, and with a small smile, whispered, "Is he still watching?" 

I glanced to him, still sitting there alone. "No. Jesus Christ, what the hell was that for? Not that I'm complaining," I smiled at her. Steve got up and left, scowling.

"I saw the way that dickhead was eyeing me all day. Plus, I was holding that in all day and I wanted him to see." She smiled and laughed. "Come on, let's go in the hot tub." She took my hand and led me over. Cody and Nate were in there too, laughing over what had just happened. "Did you see the look on his face? He'll be saving that image for later, if you know what I'm talking about." Cody smiled and tapped the side his head. 

Liv laughed and stepped into the hot tub. "I bet he's never even had a girlfriend, the way he acts." I sat down in the hot tub and grabbed Liv around the waist, pulling her down on top of me. She sat on my lap and continued joking and laughing. 

Nate leaned over and whispered to me, "You're a fuckin' lucky guy. I think I came in my shorts when I saw Liv in that bikini." Liv heard this and winked at him, grinding her perfect ass into my crotch, still sitting on me. Nate's face turned bright red and he quickly left and went back to his room, muttering something about being tired. Cody was wetting himself laughing and left about 5 minutes later to go find him. 

It was just Liv and me left in the hot tub now. She got up and turned around to face me and sat back down on my lap, wrapping her arms around my neck. With a whispered "I love you," and lust in her pretty hazel eyes, she leaned in and kissed me, even harder than the last time. This wasn't for show, this was genuine love/lust. We must have sat there for the next 10 minutes lip locked, never breaking apart once. Liv was an excellent kisser, which I got used to fast after our first few dates 2 years ago. She finally pulled away and with another smile, slowly got off me and slid under water. I could feel her fumbling with my shorts, but I never guessed what was coming. She submerged her whole head and took me in her mouth! This felt fantastic, with the combo of her warm mouth and the hot water. Her head started bobbing. After about 10 seconds, she came back up, gasping for air. "Fuck, I don't know how the pornstars do it!" She looked at me with a wink and went back under. This was by far her best blowjob ever. How is she going to top an underwater one? I lasted about 2 more minutes, understandable in the circumstances.

We were getting cold so we went back to our room. I suddenly remembered, "Oh shit, I have to go get my hair cut and shave my face." I quickly threw on a shirt and dried myself. I pecked Liv on the lips, thanked her for the blowjob, and ran downstairs to the barber. I decided to get something cool and had him cut most of my hair short, not shaved completely, but close, and leave a strip of my normal length hair down the middle, basically a really short faux hawk. It would look badass for the survival course this week. Liv loved it. "Nice hair! Though I preferred it long. It gave me something to hold on to!" she said with a wink. Did I mention she sleeps naked? No? Didn't think so. Not that I'm complaining. She really should have had her own room, or at least her own bed, because I didn't sleep much that night. I'll leave what we actually did to your imagination....

To be continued in part 2

Hunted Ch. 02



Thank you for taking the time to read and vote/comment. Your feedback really helps! This story is somewhat of a continuation to 'Hunted'.

It wasn't as if he'd never hunted me before, but tonight had been different. I'd seen that hungry glint in his eyes only one other time, when cosmic energy seemed to flood through his entire being. His eyes became obscured with color, his body tighter, firmer, his movements more pronounced than I had ever seen. Yet tonight, tonight he was even wilder than then, filling me with a fear I'd rarely felt with him.

My pulse quickened when he grabbed me firmly, naming me his unwitting prey. His fingernail ran against the fabric of my shirt, sliding between the small valley of my breasts. He could hear my elevated heartbeat, knew I was frightened maybe just a little, and smiled cruelly as he used it to his advantage.

"My body is telling me to run," I whispered, stepping back slightly from his grasp.

"Run," he said in a sneer. "It makes the sport so much worthwhile." His laugh held nothing but derision and even then I turned, looking toward the door. Where else would I go to escape him? I wasn't sure I would even make it that far, but his words gave me haunting reassurance. "You'll make it," he whispered. "I'll let you make it. And then I'm going to find you."

My mind raced with overwhelming fear. There was little I could do but play his game. I ran out the door, leaving it wide behind me, fumbling with my car keys. I opened the door to my car, dropped the keys in my panic, and quickly found them. I drove fast and hard, not even sure where I was going, knowing that anything short of hurting him would be pointless. 

Instinct told me to dump the car and to try to escape him in the woods. I knew he wasn't far behind me even as I slumped against a tree, trying to stay my stilted breath. I had no idea what the hell I was doing, running through a maze of trees and brush, feeling those long fingers reaching out to scrape against my skin as branches and twigs snapped against me. 

"Little girl, don't hide so well," he teased, jumping down so close. I fell to my knees, pressing myself to the cold, wet ground, crawling soundlessly toward a fallen tree. "Aren't you even going to make this a challenge?" 

He broke out into a laugh the moment I found myself at the edge of the clearing. "There is nothing I can do to escape you. We both know it," I screamed, throwing my hands into the air in frustration and fright. 

Walking down the moonlit road, the heels of his boots clicking against the pavement; scanning the clearing and spoke once more. "There's a cabin waiting. Two miles up the road and through the Western trees; now run." 

Huffing in the cold night air, my lungs began to burn once more. I hit my stride, kicking out the last mile before finding myself in front of the old log cabin, scrabbling with the doorknob, trying to find my entrance. Inside the darkened warmth I fell to my knees, begging my lungs to stop stinging, trying to listen for him above the sound of my pulse.

The first footsteps fell just above my head. The slow clacking sound as he paced the roof made me tremble with anticipation of his coming. The sound drew down the slope until I heard him drop to the porch. He turned the handle to the door, opening the lock from inside by some slight of magic, throwing it open and then closing it without even a backward glance.

His smile fell upon me; not exactly expressing he was happy to see me. It said danger, warning, flee. I stood quickly and stepped away from him until my back was flush with the farther wall. "Baby, there is no escaping you. You know that."

"No, there wouldn't be, would there?" he sneered once again. His eyes panned downward as the smile curled up one side of his lips. I shivered with fear against the wall, against the drapes of the window I was pressed so tightly beside.

He cocked his head, walking around an antique table, standing a few inches before me. "Are you frightened?"

The word seemed to slur on his lips, caught up in his devious smile. "I would be lying if I told you I wasn't. Yes," I whispered. "I'm frightened."

"Little fox, would I hurt you? I am a hunter of wolves." His hand stretched out, sliding pristinely sharpened nails over my skin. I shivered again with the sensation, two feelings warring inside of me. One said fly, the other bade me stay. 

"No," I returned hushed. "No, not much. Nothing you couldn't heal." I knew it in my own heart that he wouldn't hurt me beyond simple pain, beyond pleasure pain. Part of me was growing into that feeling, the intensely erotic nature of his beast.

Those fingertips moved slowly over my lips. The tip of one brushed the inside of my mouth and I could hardly stop myself from taking it inside of me. I sucked it warm and wet, sliding it back into my throat as I closed my eyes. I could almost feel him smiling at me as he sighed, tainted with the sound of his smugness. "Yes, that's it," he hissed, pushing another finger into the heat. I swallowed them both back, pulling away only to slide forward once more.

"Perhaps you know how to tame this creature after all, my beautiful, clever girl. Then again," he trailed off, that glimmer returning to his eyes. 

"I don't want to tame him. I want him to take... what he wants." I was still pressed to the wall, but I could barely deny the arousal that rose inside of me, taunting him with my desire. I opened my mouth again, rolling the tip of my tongue over the sharp nail, watching the expression that passed over his face.

"Do you now?" With preternatural speed his hand caught hold of mine just before it slipped into his hair, pulling it down roughly to his chest. My broken answer hardly finished with a sound, even though he knew it would be indicative of all that we could be there at that moment. His hands roughly pushed me down to my knees, bearing force against on my shoulders, bending me to his will. One hand rose, catching up my hair, holding it firmly as he me dragged on my knees towards the chair.

His fingers slid down my back, running up under the ridge of the sweater. "You have two choices," he spoke low. "Either remove these now or I'll rip them off of you. If you make me take them off for you, you'll be walking home unclothed." His wicked grin told me he meant it so I slowly unbuttoned the jeans, pushing them down my hips and then my thighs, grabbing the sweater to leave it with the jeans on the floor.

How many nights had I seen him undress for me? Yet watching him draw back, holding absolutely still at first while he surveyed my position, then calculatedly removing his own clothing, had me fairly shaking with want for him. It was utterly clear by the look in his eyes that he was hungry for lust and all the enjoyment I could offer him. I crawled to the place he sat, naked against the leather of an old chair, propped down upon the arm. His hand shamelessly ran the protruding muscle, so smooth and firm in his own grasp, causing him to groan. With warm and trembling lips I reached out to kiss the tip of his cock, feeling even then the first evidence of his silky wet pre-cum. My tongue extended, lapping up that drop, licking it around my lips.

Inside my mind his eager words rang clear. "Take me there, Jen..."

Opening my lips I slid them slowly over his head and down the shaft until my mouth sat against the base of his rigidity. The short curling hairs touched my chin and I drew back up him, taking him in my palm to repeat the action once more. My hot and even breath fell against him as I pulled his pulsing cock into the back of my throat, swallowing him deep before releasing him yet again.

"Oh God, baby, that's perfect," he groaned. "Suck me Jen. Be my little girl tonight, my eager, slutty little girl, and earn everything you want to taste so badly." 

I could scarcely fight the arousal that he lit inside me. Smiling, charged by his heated words, I sucked his dick down, slurping against it at the base, twisting my mouth over him. Sucking and licking my tongue around his shaft, I pulled up, losing steady control of my actions while I moved over him moaning, knowing that when it came I would definitely show him the proof of my reward. 

He grabbed me harder, pulling my hair roughly as he scraped my teeth along the vein. Pain, there it was again, this time his own. 

The sultry view of my full red lips, pumping up and down his rock hard shaft drove him, thrusting his hips up into my mouth where he held me tight. His eyes closed and only then did I wonder if he was trying not to say the words his body almost achingly spoke for him. "Yes, suck me bitch. Take every inch of me until you choke on it." There are some things love just does not allow, although the force of his upward thrusts spoke volumes. 

His cock twitched in my mouth, pulsating against my tongue, and my fingers slipped around his balls in all that hot saliva from my attentions. I swirled my tongue around him twice, felt him jump between my lips, and pulled off of him to look up at his parted mouth. No wicked crueler smile. No more composure. His face was slack with need and he balanced precariously on the arm of the chair, before looking into my eyes. "You are so fucking hot. I could swallow your cock all night baby," I fired back to him, returning to my task.

Growling low in his throat, he managed to ground out between clenched teeth, "Come on baby girl, and make me cum. I know you want it, want to taste it ... suck me hard and slow."

Sucking hard, but not slow, I groaned and tightened my hand below him, stroking his cock, sucking the tip of his shaft, pressing my fingers over the drawn muscles of his ass. My fingers slid slowly inside the taut ring, stretching him before pushing up and curling over the sensitive muscle within. "Do it baby. Feel good and let it all go. Tonight I'm your cum-hungry whore. Give me what I want."

Two more thrusts into his entrance and his body jerked to a halt, the sound of his breath coming faster until finally it broke in a shivering snarl. He bucked his hips up and down over my fingers and then taking his own cock into his hands led the spurt of his release against my tongue, watching it shoot up in thick roping strands against my face and over my chin. I gathered it all with my fingers, sucking the milk from the tip and showed it to him in the back of my throat before I swallowed it all. 

He cried out once more, my mouth finding him to finish bringing him across the threshold, before he slipped back against the leather and faded into the chair. "Oh... my... God," he breathed, trying to regain some of his composure. "Thank you, Jennifer." 

I smiled, dropping to my hands and knees and swallowed thickly once more. "Don't thank me," I laughed. "Just what the hell was that anyway? You scared the shit out of me."

"It's good for you to be frightened every once in a while," he said, falling to the floor, coming to my side.

I couldn't help but wrap my arms around him and hold him tight against me. "No," I whispered, pressing myself against his neck, breathing in his hidden scent. "I want to be here, like this... with you. I love you, more than the sun and the moon, the earth and the stars."

His cruelty hadn't had run its course though and he pulled from me to stand naked and unashamed, lighting a fire from dry wood in the hearth without even the barest effort. 

I stood and began to dress. "Maybe I should go get the car."

"No, let me," he said, pulling on a few articles of clothing. "Do you want to stay here tonight or head back to the city?" 

I couldn't help but smile. He really seemed as though company was the last thing on his mind. "You're sure you want me to stay? You really seem as though you'd rather be alone."

"Do I?" he challenged. "I'll go out later to hunt, but no, I definitely want you here with me. Now go on to bed and wait for me. Try to see if you can guess who else has been here before us. There's a bedroom downstairs that's drawn up nicely against the dawn."

"Ahh, and here I had wondered if this was someone's weekend cabin we'd just broken in to. It's good to know we're not committing any felonies here. And it's good to know this wasn't just a booty call," I laughed patting my pantied ass on the way down the stairs.

I found the room at the end of a narrow corridor. The bed was large, a king, four posters carved in mahogany. The room smelled like cedar, most likely from a large cedar chest that sat at the foot of the mammoth canopy. Three quilted spreads lay over the bed at different angles, completing the serene setting. The room felt as though it had been occupied just recently. I sat upon the bed, running a delicate hand over the double wedding-ring, hoping that we hadn't intruded upon another person spending the night in the cottage.

I started a fire here and walked back up the stairs to extinguish the one that had been started in the living room. When I came back, the room glowed with agrarian warmth. I slid under the quilts, lying back against the pillows and waited for the return of my king.

A sound in the room woke me with a start. "Shh," he calmed with outstretched hands, moving in the firelight. "It's just me. I'm sorry I was gone so long. I decided to hunt while I was out. We have to get you a new car baby doll. Something really nice for Christmas maybe?"

I smiled as I turned toward him, watching him undress again to slide in beside me. He was warm, possibly from the fire but mostly from the heat of someone's blood. I wrapped myself against him and pressed my naked body to his.

We both fell asleep, though it couldn't have been long after that that I felt him push against me. His sleepy voice filled my head, rousing me from deeper sleep. "It's too bad you're so tired baby. You could fuck me in this stranger's bed." His low laugh was audible and I knew what he was laughing at even before I opened my eyes. I had said those very words to him before he had left the car, before I had walked down the stairs to find our bedroom.

Yes, I thought as I rubbed my hands against his chest simply feeling his muscle below my fingertips. Lying side by side, I propelled him backward and slid my leg between his, kissing his mouth to stay his objection. Nothing prevented me then from seating myself atop of him, straddling his lap, while I opened my eyes to take in the sight of his body. Every inch of him was tone and perfect. Pure and unadulterated lust spread through his features as he looked down the length of his faultless abdomen where our bodies seemed to fit together.

His fingers spread up my stomach, both hands clasping my breasts, palming the weight of each before rolling my nipples between his thumb and forefinger. "Are you going to fuck me, Jen?" he whispered, groaning when my short soft netherhair touched his solid shaft.

"Yes," I murmured huskily, brushing my slick slit across him once again. His cock jolted beneath me, my hand catching it underneath, beginning to guide him slowly into the wet channel of my body so ready to accept him. 

I slid him along the outside of the entryway, pushing the tip of him over my clit. I moaned in pleasure, filling the room with the sound, the crackling of the logs in the fireplace the only other counter to the silence. "Do it again. Do it until you cum. I want to see you cum, my Jenny-girl."

I rolled my hips back and forth, using his cock against my clit, circling and circling and sliding it up and down, teasing the muscles and folds until my thighs began to quiver. His erection only grew harder, his pre-cum mixing with my own moisture, until I came so hard that my body collapsed. He took his cock into his hand, forced it into me at the pinnacle of my climax and I came once more, trembling against his chest.

"That's my girl," he whispered, brushing back the hair from my drenched forehead, moving his hands to hold my ass. "Now ride me baby. Ride me, soft and easy, and don't stop until we both cum."

Arching my back, I took him to the hilt and caged him within my slick opening, clenching my muscles around him. 

He groaned, his hands lifting me up from beneath, begging me for that smooth glide in and out of my body. I rose with my knees and slipped back down to engulf him, to flood him with my sweet warmth. He whimpered again, raising me to my knees to replicate it once more. My honey flowed around him, muscles milking him, coaxing it from him with the efforts of my desire. Placing my hands on his shoulders, I rode up and down, his thick prick drenched with my juices and as stiff as a rod, pounding in and out of me with each heightened thrust. I came again and again, coating him, grasping against him with my quivering slit, praying his name with every carnal release.

Finally his breath caught in his chest, held through the burst of pleasure that radiated through him, and he roared out my name as he pumped each heated gush inside me. "Fuck Jen, oh fuck! Take it my girl." 

"Yes, baby, yes," I cried, leaning forward, sucking the lobe of his ear into my mouth before coming once more, whimpering my plea for relief there against him. He held me motionless, letting the quiet demand of our bodies reside before withdrawing from within me. 

I sat there against him while he drew the covers up over my shoulders, pulling me along the length of his body to hold me close. He pressed warm lips to my forehead, kissing away the perspiration of our deeds. 

Embers burned to ash as we both fell back to sleep, though I know I heard his last words unspoken in my mind. "I love you my girl. Forevermore."



Hunted Ch. 02



This must be the place: Well at least that's what I think when I see the two guards standing outside the club's door. They are quiet, cold, and unmoving as they stare straight ahead from behind their jet black sunglasses.

But these bouncers are not human: They are vampires.

I try to swallow back the dryness in my throat. Come on girl, get yourself together! These are the first vampires I've seen since... well... since HIM. So what if one vampire beat you? You've killed hundreds before him. And HE only beat you because he got the jump on you. You can easily handle yourself against these two... Right?

I just have to reassure myself. I'll fix this soon, its what I'm trying to do now.

Still, I'd like to avoid a fight, if possible, so I attempt to walk casually right past the bouncers and into the nightclub. I look up at the sign: 'Le'Nosferatu...' Cute. They won't have it though and they throw up their arms to block my path.

"Not so fast miss...?"

I take a deep breath and try to throw up my old confident attitude as best as I can: "My name is Samantha Marie Lucien."

One of the two guards sniffs at me, and obviously he likes what he smells because he lowers his sunglasses to get a better look at me. His fangs just barely peek out of his grin. "Well, Samantha..."

"Call me Sam," I cut him off.

He chuckles, "Sam then, you really don't want to go into this club; trust me."

"Oh I really do," I glare at him.

He draws himself much too close to me for comfort. Its a predatory and sexual advance, and for a moment that night flashes into my mind. I feel butterflies in my stomach, but I swallow them back, disgusted with myself. The vampire reaches an arm around me to squeeze my ass, "how about a little party huh? Just the three of us."

I push him away with quite a bit more force than I had intended and he falls back onto his ass. They both look at me shocked: I am sure they had not expected a girl like me, a little smaller in build than most, to be able to knock a vampire flat onto the ground. He's lucky I didn't push REAL hard or I may have put him through the wall instead.

Suffice to say, they don't give me any more trouble as I step into the nightclub.

The club is crowded, dark, and the music is blasted far too loud: So it's basically like any other nightclub really. The music is some kind of Gothic metal, of course, and everyone is dressed in black. Most of them are NOT vampires, and for a moment I worry if things happen to get a little out of control if I will be able to avoid human casualties. The nightclub is vampire themed so all the humans are dressed up in cheesy vampire costumes, while the vampires, bored by the whole bit by now, are dressed more casually. I wonder how many of the humans in here know that a sizable chunk of this club's population are ACTUALLY vampires.

As I stride into the middle of the room I cannot help but notice I've attracted a sizable share of the real vampire population. I feel the knot in my stomach returning, and I have to rebuke myself again to stay confident: I've beat more of them than this at once after all. Of course, then I had my sword, and there weren't as many humans to worry about then either.

I approach a lone vamp, sitting in a booth watching the crowd. I imagine he is probably deciding which girl in the crowd to take to some dark place and drink dry. Ugh! I should torch this place!

He grins at my approach, his nostrils flare: He's caught my scent already. "Well, hello angel, I see you are drawn to me tonight."

I roll my eyes, "Get over yourself, I need to know who is in charge of this establishment." Establishment? Ugh, I can't believe how polite I'm trying to be: Hellhole is more like it.

He eyes me suspiciously, then by his next expression I can tell he writes me off as a threat. "Esvante runs the joint, he's in his office, but I wouldn't go back there if I were you." He nods is head in the direction he refers to, and my eyes follow his lead to a inconspicuous door in the back.

"We'll see," I don't hesitate to move towards the door and I hear him snort behind me.

Behind the door is a dark, cramped hallway with only two directions. I pick the direction with the light at the end and it leads into a VIP chamber with a a seductive theme. Its adorned with violet drapery, soft, inviting carpets, and a minibar adorned with all kinds of fancy bottles of alcohol. In the middle of the back of the room is a loveseat with the most disgusting scene: A vampire, Esvante I assume, lying back on the sofa, in the nude, with two human girls nestling him. Their necks are covered in their own blood, but they only seem enraptured with him. Does he have them hypnotized? Or are some humans just that sleazy?

"Hey!" he shouts as he sees me, the two woman don't even look my way, "this is a private-" he stops short as he catches my scent. "Never mind, have a seat right here with us will ya, won'tcha girl?" He pats an empty spot on the loveseat next to him with a grin on his face.

"Ugh," I roll my eyes, "I'm not interested."

He chuckles as he leans into one his blood doll's necks and drinks from her. I can feel my brow twitching as I attempt the patience not to rip his head off for that. "Well, what does bring ya here then tonight love?"

"I need information."

"Oh," he considers that for a moment, "nope, can't help ya wit that I'm afraid."

Its my turn to chuckle, "Your mistaking me for someone who was giving you a choice."

He laughs: "Listen child, I don't know if ya realize just how many of us are in here, but if I were you I wouldn't be making your little threats right now."

"You all claim to know me so well," I refer to the last vampire who used the same phrase on me. He frowns at me, not quite understanding my inside joke.

I unwrap the bandages I applied to my left hand, revealing the rune that HE forced me to cut into myself, and I display it for the vampire. "I need to know about this."

"Oh fuck-" he pushes his girls away as he leaps off the couch, and tries to make a break for the door. I catch him much quicker than he expects though.

"Good, I was concerned you wouldn't know what this means," I grin at him. I caution myself expecting he will put up a fight, but he doesn't do more than bare his blood soaked fangs at me.

"What do you want?"

"Relax, I just need to know what this marking means, and hopefully a bit about the bloodsucker who put it here."

He frowns at me again, this time much more perturbed by his confusion. He studies me for a moment, then asks, "ya really don't know what that is?"

I shake my head, and immediately he commands his woman to leave: They scurry out quickly, afraid of being rebuked. "Alright, I suppose there is no harm in telling ya what ya should already know. Have a seat."

I grin at him, satisfied I'm getting my way, and seat myself on a chair across from his loveseat. He fumbles for his pants, and despite being eager to get my info, my disgust with seeing his erect cock sticking out at me is worth waiting for him to get some damn clothes on.

When he's finished, he seats himself on his loveseat and takes a deep breath. "Well love, where do I begin? That there is a brand."

"A brand?"

"Yeah, it means ya be the private property of the chap who gave it ya," his tone is almost too matter-of-fact for my liking.

I laugh, "I'm no one's 'property'."

He chuckles, "Well love, I hate to tell ya this, but if that chap thinks you are, then you are. With that marking, no vampire in here, or any vampire on this side of the pond at least would dare touch ya."

"Because...they're...your...afraid of him?"

"Terrified," he grins his fangs at me.

"Why? What makes him so special?"

"Well, love, he's something we, in this world, call a Nosferatu," he explains.

"A Nosferatu?" I chuckle, "you mean a vampire? Aren't you all vampires?"

"Well yeah love, but we're just vamps, lower bloodlines, he's an elder: We call them Nosferatu."

"So... You get stronger the older you are?" I frown, I really don't like this idea.

"Yeah, if we're lucky enough to make it that long," he leans back, and I worry he can see how green my face is getting: I have a sinking feeling in my stomach. What if, all along, all I have fought are low-bloods? What if I really am not strong enough to beat this 'Nosferatu' after all?

"And THAT particular vampire, is very, very old," he chuckles as he leans forward again. Now I know he can see how perturbed I'm getting, and he's enjoying it: "So like I said, if HE thinks your his property, then your his property."

A long moment of silence passes before I speak again, "So, you know this... 'Nosferatu'?"

"The bloke's name is Darrien," he rubs his chin thoughtfully, "He has a small clan back home in Europe, somewhere, keeps it all very hush hush." I don't need to know where: A strange side effect of this rune is that I can 'sense' Darrien, I always know where he is. Meaning I know what direction he is, and I have a sense for how far away he is. I know he is east of me, and I know he is very far, so Europe makes perfect sense really.

"How do I beat him?" I steel myself for the answer I know is coming.

He laughs, "You don't." He pauses for a long while, "But girl, your lucky, let me tell you that you are the sweetest thing I've smelled in...well...ever".

I roll my eyes, "I'll try to take that as a compliment... But lucky?"

"Yeah, let me honest with you: Any other vamp in here, he would've sucked ya dry, once they got a taste, and they would not be able to resist that taste. We just don't have the 'control' an elder like this Darrien does. That marking means, not only did he drink from you once, but he kept ya alive so he could do it again."

My stomach sinks again: I had not considered that that was what the marking was for. What if...? What if the rune worked both ways? I can find him with it, sure, but he could find me with it as well? Yes! That makes sense: It would explain why he put the rune there at all. It wasn't just so I could find him, but so he could find me as well. Wait: Why would he want me to find him at all? Did he even realize that I could use it to find him as he could use it to find me? Something in my gut tells me no.

Did he know how different I was? Did I know that I wasn't quite your average human? He had taken me by surprise, I never got a chance to fight back. He never got a chance to see my full potential.

"Out of a certain... curiosity, what do you intend to do love?"

I lift myself out of my chair and start for the door, "get vengeance." I grin as my words seem to confound Esvante as I step out the door.

*  *  *

My footsteps echo with thunderous claps as I make my way through the empty congregation chamber of my monastery. I have made my way through here so often that the grandeur of the monastery's adornment is lost on my me. The floors and ceilings are carved from white marble. Stain glass windows, afire with the brilliant light of the sun, stretch all the way up to the distant ceiling above. Massive statues of various saints gaze down upon the congregation wild a cold stare of judgement only stone can give. I make my way to the hidden chambers of the monastery, past the common rooms of my comrades, and to my room. 

It's been a long trip and I need a shower and a change of clothes, I almost feel as though I stink of the vampires from that club. I can't wait to grab a towel and head down to the woman's shower room. But when I get to my room all I find is yet another problem: My door is unlocked and open, and someone has ransacked my room.

My mind instantly jumps to Davik, one of our most talented hunters. He's handsome, about my age, with shaggy brown hair, blue eyes, a muscular build, and he's also very skilled with a sword. Unfortunately he's never trusted my unique abilities though. He's constantly trying to find a way to prove to the father that I'm a danger and should be exterminated like the supernatural creatures we hunt.

My face turning red with anger I storm my way into the Father's study. I find him reading at his desk. He looks up with a smile I don't share. "Samantha, my child, it is so good to see you."

"Father, brother Davik broke into my room!"

He only chuckles, "Do you have proof of this child?"

Its almost like he already knows my answer, "No." I never do.

"Father, you have to talk to him: His constant suspicions are driving me crazy!" I stammer.

"Child, you both have proven to be loyal and trustworthy to the church. Your both adults I am sure you can work things out between you two," he explains to me in his usual calm manner.

He's right of course, I can't help but feel as though I am acting like a child. Even I don't know what I am, so I am 100% sure there is nothing in my room that will give Davik any clues. And even if he proves that my supernatural powers are the result of me being some kind of creature, like he believes, I am sure the father wouldn't turn on me. I've killed more monsters than all the other hunters combined, he needs me!

Besides, I have bigger fish to fry right now...

"Oh, of course Father. I am sorry." I apologize, and hesitate.

"Was there something else child?"

I sigh, "um... actually there is something I need your help with Father."

He senses my reluctance to talk about this, "What is wrong child? You know you can tell me anything."

I plop myself down on his couch and drop my face into my hands. Let's see: How to say this?  Oh well, I suppose I should just come right out with it, "Father, a vampire has drank from me."

He is silent for a long moment, it feels like an eternity before he speaks again. "I'm sorry Child." I don't know why but his words aren't what I'm expecting, and before I can help myself I begin to cry. He sits next to me and puts an arm around me in comfort, "Tell me what happened."

"Its not my fault: He surprised me Father. I know that if it were a fair fight I could beat him!"

"I know you could child," he pats me reassuringly, "I just thank god he did not kill you."

"Please Father," I plead with him now, "I need your help." He looks at me inquisitively. "I know where he is, let me take hunters and get revenge."

He gets up and sighs heavily, "Rejoice not when thine enemy falleth, and let not thine heart be glad when he stumbleth."

It is my turn to sigh heavily: He quotes scripture, meant to impress upon me god's opinion on vengeance. So he will deny me my vengeance after all? "Father, he is dangerous, he must be dealt with."

"Then tell me where he is child, I will send hunters for him, but not you."

I eject myself from the couch and shout at him, anger in my voice, "Why not!?"

"Child," he only responds with softness in his voice, "I have never before seen you shed such tears. I can see that he has hurt you, I can tell your emotions are compromised. I could not bare to see you killed by this monster."

His heartfelt response isn't what I expected to hear, especially after I shouted at him. The shock of it makes me stumble back onto the couch. "You don't understand Father: He is a Nosferatu."

That strikes a cord with him: "An ancient?" Frankly, I'm surprised he's heard of them. If he knew of the Nosferatu, why did he never tell me about them? "I see..." he trails off as he saunters over to his desk and collapses into his chair. He sighs deeply and I can see a pained expression flash across his face, "very well child. You will lead a team to kill this vampire."

I smile to myself satisfied and lift myself from the couch once again, "Thank you Father. You will not regret this!"

He chuckles, "I already do child, I already do..."

*  *  *

The flame of the candle flickers wildly as Darrien Nos Dracul gazes upon it unceasingly: A slight breeze just passes through his chamber, barely enough to feel against his cold skin, but certainly enough to make the tiny fire dance abruptly. The shadows of his sanctum leap across the walls hypnotically in tune with the flame, streaking across the pale beauty that has just entered his chamber.

Belle Cristo, her blood-red eyes alight with desire, licks blood from her lips enticingly as she steps seductively towards her master. With a coy smile she kneels at the side of Darrien, stroking his leg affectionately. "You have been so quiet these past few nights my lord, please tell me what troubles you" she pouts up at him.

Darrien sighs, long and heavy: He cannot seem to get his mind off the hunter girl. She was so strong, so beautiful, and she tasted better than any human he had ever had the pleasure of sinking his fangs into. Thanks to the brand he forced upon her, he can feel her presence always, despite her being so very far away.

Belle rubs her hands slowly up her master, moving them up along his cold, strong chest. "Your so cold, my lord." Her hand stops over his heart, and she feels it barely beating at all it pounds so slowly. "...And your heart, it has nearly stopped. You have not fed for too long my lord!"

Darrien gazes down at his toy and remarks at how disinterested he has become with her. Her blood used to be so sweet as she was with the innocence of youth and mortality. She would blush and avert her eyes at the mere sight of her master. When she finally requested to become a vampire, Darrien could not refuse her, but he knows now what a mistake that was. Turning her robbed her of her soul: Her innocence. She is no longer the sweet flower she was, but now a depraved child of the night, feasting on the lust of death. 

How stagnant Darrien's un-life has become, wasting away slowly in these dark chambers night after night: Feeding on the blood of mortals, lives full of purpose and goals, to sustain his own pointless existence. But, he supposes, it has been that way for thousands of years, and he never before questioned it. What has happened now that has made his viewpoint change so drastically?

While his mind wanders miles away, Belle slips out of the room. She returns minutes later dragging a poor human woman behind her. She looks to be in her middle age, a voluptuous body, blood running down her neck from the distinct pricks left by Belle, and her eyes are drowning in tears of fear.

"Please, feed master," Belle begs him.

Darrien holds out a hand to the woman, but instead of taking it, she shrinks away in horror. The woman is drained near to death, if Darrien was to feed from her she would surely die. This thought disgusts him, as it has begun to the past few years. The sweet scent of her blood makes his mouth feel dry and thirsty, and a younger vampire would not be able to resist the temptation. But Darrien feels no desire for her blood at all. Instead, he thinks back to the days Belle and he would drain their victims beyond death together, her latched onto one side of their neck, he the other. The memories make him feel nostalgic for a simpler time as much as they make him want to vomit. What has caused his stone heart to change so much these past few years? And so much more rapidly these past few days?

"Release her," Darrien commands.

Belle frowns, a look of defiance etched into her features. Interesting: Darrien remarks at how he has never seen such a look on her face before, at least not directed towards him. "But you will die," she whines.

"I am already dead, as are you, or have to forgotten that?"

Her face twists in agony, "It's that woman... The one you drank from the other night, I could smell her scent on you." Darrien muses with a grin: Is she jealous? "You didn't kill her do you? You never kill them anymore..."

"Release her," Darrien commands again, his voice much more harsh this time.

With a hiss of her fangs, Belle defies her master and leaps upon the poor woman. Her fangs sink into the woman's neck instantly. By the time Darrien jumps up from his throne and throws Belle off the poor woman, the woman is already dead.




Hunted Ch. 02



Belle grins up at her master as he hovers over her, blood dripping down her chin. She laps it from her fingers as she climbs onto her feet. When she stands face to face with her master, he slaps her across the face so hard she falls to the floor once again.

"I...I cannot believe you just did that," she only looks up to Darrien with shock now. She climbs to her feet once again, and, averting her eyes from her master, scampers from the room.

How can it be after two centuries of un-life Belle could still act like a spoiled, little brat sometimes?

Darrien sits back in his throne as he shakes his head, and returns to the musings she so irritatingly disturbed. As his mind turns to the hunter girl once again, he can sense that she is suddenly moving rapidly now: Straight for him.

Darrien smiles coyly to himself. Perhaps it is time to feed after all, he cannot be caught in a weakened state when the hunter arrives. Darrien wonders why he feels so suddenly excited? And why it has been so long since he has felt this way at all... 

At the speed she is approaching she won't arrive before morning: So Tomorrow night then...

This should prove to be quite entertaining indeed... 



Hunted Ch. 02



I woke up early the next day to a warm, wet, really nice sensation on my cock. I looked down and sure enough, Liv was sucking it, still completely naked from sleeping. "Morning, babe," she said, and put it back in her mouth. I groaned and tried to go back to sleep, but failed. It was like a fucking vacuum cleaner on my cock, but in a good way. Liv suddenly stopped and said, "We have to do this fast. Kay could come knocking at any minute. This could be the last time for a week. And please try to suppress your moans, I don't want him hearing." With that, she positioned herself over my cock and lowered herself onto it. I moaned. She put a hand over my mouth. "What did I just say?" she hissed, "Keep it quiet!" She lay down on top of me, crushing her boobs into my chest, and started thrusting into me, keeping her hand over my mouth.I moaned into her hand as she picked up speed. She was right. It had to be a quickie, God knows what Kay would do if he walked in on us! I only lasted another minute. Her pussy felt so good. She climaxed, moaning into my ear and rolled off me. We then took a shower together and washed each other, no sex. 

After the shower, we changed into our clothes for the week. We couldn't change after today. My uncle loaned me his jungle ACU (Army Combat Uniform) pants from his Ranger days and an army green T-shirt. I brought boots from home. It was July so I didn't need long sleeves, even at night. Liv was wearing an army green tank top, very low cut and revealing bra straps. On her lower body she had military fatigues, but from the marines and tight fitting. She also wore a black headband. She looked very sexy, as always. We then took a few more minutes to apply some of the black stuff that athletes wear under their eyes to deflect sunlight (I'm not sure what it's called). We looked fucking badass! 

Coach Kay knocked on the door about 5 minutes later and told us to meet him outside. He was impressed. Everyone had some sort of camo/woodland clothing on, but we were the only two with the stuff under our eyes. I got positive comments on my new hair. Anyway, Kay gave us all our own pair of dog tags with our name, DOB, religion, and blood type. He'd had them specially made for this. With dog tags, my hair, the sun reflector stuff, and my ACU, I looked like a modern Rambo! Next, he took out a bag of supplies and told us to take one. I reached inside and pulled out a Bowie knife and a sheath. Badass, I thought. I think I'll hang on to this. I put the sheath on my belt and stuck the knife in. The others had taken food and water. I hope he doesn't try to use that on me, I thought. Or worse, on Liv. I turned to her. She had a flashlight and a map, which she stuck in her back pocket. 

Coach Kay spoke, "The supplies you have now are all that you'll have in the woods. Once we get there, you're on your own. For food, water, shelter, everything. And remember, no phones or iPods allowed. In fact, leave them with me, along with the clothes you were wearing yesterday. You'll get them back when you return. Ok, if there aren't any questions we'll eat breakfast here then leave. Go on. Come back outside when you're done." He went back to his truck and got in, waiting for us. 

Breakfast was another buffet. I had eggs and bacon. The 4 of us (me, Liv, Nate, and Cody) sat together, laughing and joking. Bre, Nick, and Steve were all sitting alone, understandably. They all looked bored and unhappy. Probably thinking of the pool and Liv unabashedly and with no subtlety giving me that very intense, but amazing, kiss. That's going to be hard to forget. After breakfast, we all assembled outside by Kay's truck. He got out and opened the tailgate, and we all jumped on the bed, settling in for a 3 hour ride. Cody and Nate sat to my left, once again on their phones and iPods. Liv was lying down, with her head in my lap, looking up at me with a smile. I smiled back and started stroking her hair. She closed her eyes and was probably asleep. I leaned down and kissed the top of her head. I sat up and again, Steve was watching, jealous of us. He opened his mouth to say something but stopped as the truck started moving. 

The ride was uneventful, apart from Liv falling asleep on my lap. She stirred as coach Kay turned onto a dirt road. She finally gave up on sleeping and opened her eyes, yawning. "I didn't sleep much last night," she said, looking around. 

"I can't imagine why," Cody said, looking at me out of the corner of his eye from his iPod and giving me a knowing smirk. I smiled and turned away, but something caught my eye. It looked like a glint of sunlight off a scope. "Hey! What was that?" I asked pointing over Steve's shoulder, who was sitting across from me. 

"What? I missed it," Cody said, sitting up and following my gaze. 

"Near those trees. It looked like sunlight reflecting off of something," I said.

Steve sneered and finally spoke. "Seeing things now, are we?" 

I ignored him. "I could have sworn I saw something. I must've imagined it. I am tired from last night." I winked at Liv as she and Cody started cracking up. Steve obviously didn't get it, being the virgin that he probably, no, undoubtedly, was. Nate and Nick had their iPods in and completely missed our whole conversation. I was still convinced I'd seen something glinting. It must be my eyes fucking with me, I thought. What else could it possibly be? If I only knew what lay in store for us over the next week....

Coach Kay parked the truck and helped us get out. I was still creeped out by that glint. It looked a hell of a lot like a scope for a gun. That can't be it, hunting season's over, I thought. So what the hell was that? I know I saw something. 

"Hey! Jackass!" Steve called, "Wanna pass me the knife?" 

I was shaken out of my thoughts. "No. I don't trust you with a knife. Hell, I don't trust you at all!" I replied, giving Liv my hand for her to jump down from the truck. Steve scowled and muttered something and walked away. Meanwhile, Nick was chatting away to Nate about Call of Duty, the only thing he ever talked about. I liked video games too, but Nick was obsessed, to the point where he missed meals (not that he needed them, given his weight already) and had withdrawals in school. Cody had gone on ahead to find a campsite.

Liv held my hand as we walked in the direction Cody had gone. "Are you ok? You seem shaken up about what you supposedly saw back there," she said, her hazel eyes filled with concern and boring into my gray ones.

I sighed and said, "I know what I saw, there was sunlight reflecting off something. Like a gun scope or something. I'm not scared, but it's driving me crazy. I wanna know what the hell it was."

Liv laughed and said, "You're so cute when you're annoyed. C'mere." She pulled me in for a kiss. "Just try and forget it. It was probably nothing. Now let's go find Cody. He's probably looking for a secluded place to jack off right now." She smiled and walked ahead of me, flaunting her ass, already her best feature if you ask me, making it really enticing. That certainly helped me forget! It also had me drooling over her body, like I normally do. That was working until Nick caught up to me and was chatting my ear off. I wasn't listening. I never do with him. He finally gave up and walked ahead. 

I turned around and saw Nate walking, so I stopped and waited for him to catch up. "What's up?" he asked. 

"Oh nothing. Liv's all concerned because I thought I saw something back on the dirt road. It looked like sunlight reflecting off a scope." 

He frowned. "That's weird. It's not hunting season. Are you sure it wasn't a pair of sunglasses someone dropped?"

"I'm pretty damn sure. I just can't shake the feeling that we're being followed. Like I said, Liv's really freaked out over me."

Nate said, "She really loves you, you know. She talks about you a lot when you're not around. She cares about you. You're a lucky guy, Matt, having a gorgeous piece of ass like Liv. A lot of guys at school are jealous of you. They all wanted to hit that. I wish I had a girl like her waiting for me."

"Dude, it's nice having a chick on my arm that turns heads, not to mention that she also gives really good head, but I've gotta say, I regret it sometimes, what with dickheads like Steve always staring at her. You could try chatting up Bre. I'm sure she'd bang you. Or I could loan you Liv for a night and I could have your mom," I quickly dodged the punch he jokingly threw. 

He laughed. "You're so gay! I can see why Steve doesn't like you."

"Steve?" I snorted. "Please. I don't give a shit what he thinks about me. And I'm not gay. Just ask your mom." I smirked at the last part and dodged another punch. 

"Shut up," he said laughing. "One of these times, I'm going to really sock you. You're lucky I like you. If Steve ever said something about my mom, I'd knock him out. And there's no way I'd ask Bre, she's probably banged every boy in the school. I bet I could get lost in there, she's so loose."

"Probably. It would be like trying to mow a lawn with scissors. It doesn't make much of a difference and you won't notice anything. And I don't really think your mom's hot, you know. I just enjoy pissing you off." I laughed. 

Nate suddenly stopped walking and motioned to me. "Shhh. You hear that?" he asked.

I listened. It sounded like yelling. I recognized Cody's voice. "Shit. We'd better go," I said. We started jogging to the campsite. 

Cody was in the process of yelling at Steve. Liv, Nick, and Bre were all staring at them, speechless. Nate and I came jogging over. "What happened?" I asked. 

Liv looked up and walked over. "Someone or something hit Cody on the back of the head and gave him a nasty bruise." 

Cody was yelling, "....YOU FUCKING FAGGOT, IF YOU EVER TOUCH ME AGAIN...." He was pissed. I'd seen him angry before but nothing like this. His hands were balled into fists and his face was red. His green eyes were bulging out of his skull. 

Steve was also yelling. "....I DIDN'T TOUCH YOUR PRECIOUS HEAD! WHY DON'T YOU SHUT THE FUCK UP AND GROW SOME MORE, YOU FUCKING MIDGET!" 

Cody lost it at this. He grabbed Steve by his shirt collar and slammed him into a tree. "WHAT DID YOU SAY TO ME?! YOU MOTHERFUCKER, WHY DON'T YOU GO STICK YOUR PATHETIC LITTLE COCK THROUGH A HOLE IN A TREE, BECAUSE THAT'S THE CLOSEST YOU'RE GETTING TO A GIRL!" He raised a fist and was about to hit Steve when coach Kay came running over. "What THE FUCK is going on here?!" he asked breaking Cody and Steve apart.

Cody spun around, "I'll tell you what's going on! This jerkoff here sucker punched me and left a bruise!"

Steve said, "I never touched you. Get your head out of your ass. Why would I want to? This whole exercise is about teamwork."

Coach Kay said, "Cody, are you ok?"

"Fine. Just keep that punk away from me."

Kay turned to Steve and said slowly, "Steve....if I find out you did this....your parents will be the least of your problems.....got it?"

Steve nodded and said, "But I didn't! This is horseshit! It's always my fault around here." He gestured to me. "What about him? Maybe he did it."

I replied, "Listen jackass, don't drag me into this. And why would I hit Cody? He's one of my best friends."

Steve had no answer and just stood there.

Cody rubbed his head and said, "Shit. What the hell is your problem?" He eyed Steve warily.

"You are. Because you keep accusing me of stuff. I'm not admitting to something I didn't do, so fuck off," Steve said irritably. There was silence.

Kay turned to the rest of us. "Unless there's anything else, I'm going to leave you now. I'll be back in a week. Good luck. And try to enjoy yourselves. I know none of you want to be here, except maybe you two lovebirds-" he looked at me and Liv, "-but try to have fun, ok? Good luck!" Coach Kay smiled and waved as he walked away. We were finally on our own. 

"Ok, I think we should each build shelters first, then find food. Is that ok with everyone?" Cody asked, looking around. "I'm guessing you and Matt are sleeping in the same shelter?" he asked, looking at Liv.

"Is that even a question? Of course I'm sleeping with my boyfriend!" Liv said, emphasizing the word 'sleeping' and stroking my thigh. 

Cody snorted and said, "Ok, let's do it." We all dispersed and started searching for suitable materials. I found some suitable wood (tree branches! Not the type of wood you're thinking of) but I had to whittle it, while Liv was also looking for suitable pieces and bringing them to me. It was surprisingly hard work. The sun was beating down on us and it must have been at least in the 80s temperature-wise. I was covered in sweat by the time I finished, something Liv, being her typical smartass self, called, "very sexy. Especially in that military uniform." 

Meanwhile, Cody was trying to coax Nick to do something. "Nick, for fuck's sake, get off your lazy ass and make yourself a shelter." Nick refused to get up. "Fine. But don't expect to be sharing with me. Or get a share of the food for today." Cody sighed and came over to give me a hand with mine. "Nice work, Matt," he grunted as we pushed the wood into the ground. "That fat fuck won't build his shelter. He's not coming in mine."

"Or mine," I said. "If he ruins a good make out or fucking session with Liv, I might have to kill him." 

Liv came over. "What? I heard my name and 'make out' in the same sentence," she winked at me. "Why, do you want to? Maybe in front of Steve again?"

"Speaking of him, where is that son of a bitch?" Cody asked, looking around. 

"I saw him trying and failing to build a lean-to," Nate chimed in, coming over to join the circle. "Cody, could I share your shelter? I can't seem to build mine."

"Be my guest, you're a hell of a lot better than either of the other two guys. And at least you tried to build one, unlike either of those two," he gestured. 

"Maybe Nick could share with that other girl. I'm sure she'd be glad to take him, in more ways than one," I said with a smirk. They all laughed and looked in her direction. She was also failing to successfully build a makeshift shelter. 

We put Nick in charge of finding food, as that's the only thing he seemed to care about. He came back with some berries but couldn't find any meat, saying something about setting traps to catch animals. "That's actually a really good idea," said Cody. "Congrats Nick. You can eat tonight." He then turned to everyone and said, "By the way, for future reference, no one goes out alone. We don't want any accidents!" We spent the rest of the day building improvised traps, sharpening tree branches and rigging logs to fall on anything that got too close. 

Nate got a fire going just as the sun was going down. We set up logs around the fire and sat on them, eating and talking and joking. It was also getting colder, maybe in the 60s now. Liv certainly noticed and sat next to me, putting her arms around me and leaning on me, giving me a clear view down her tank top. She also got the idea of feeding me, which I liked. I returned the favor, feeding her all of my share of the berries. Then she decided to take one of my fingers in her mouth, sucking on it and swirling her tongue around it. 

I laughed. "Liv, there's a time and a place for this, you know."

She took my finger out of her mouth. "Damn right. It's now." With that, she sucked each of my fingers on that hand one at a time, and started kissing up my arm and neck, not caring that there were people around. If that wasn't bad enough, she started sucking on my earlobe. I had to resist the urge to moan. She stopped and whispered into my ear, "This isn't the only thing I'll be sucking later." She smiled and turned my head, giving me a particularly wet kiss. That's why I liked her, she didn't give a shit what she looked or sounded like. 

I was shaken out of my thoughts by Cody's voice. "Jesus Christ, try and keep it in your pants, will ya? You were right, there's a time and place," he said with a grin from across the fire. Liv finally pulled away with a wet and audible smack, once again hugging me and leaning on me. I put an arm around her waist, holding her close. 

"Sorry. Liv can't get enough of me," I said jokingly. Cody and Nate both groaned and pretended to puke. 

"Anyway, as I was saying, before Romeo and Juliet over there interrupted us, I wanna know what scares you all the most," Cody said, looking around at us. 

There was silence until Nate spoke up. "Spiders."

Cody's jaw dropped. "Dude, what the fuck are you doing out here? I don't like them either but they're not my absolute worst fear."

"I don't know, I just don't like them. Some are ok, like the small harmless things I find in my house. But, there are also some truly nasty motherfuckers crawling around. Mainly the massive, hairy, fucking leviathans I see in, like, South America or Australia. Those fuckers are the things that give me the shits."

Cody nodded. "Fair enough. I'm with you there. Nick?" he looked over at him, waiting.

Nick thought for a second, then said, dead seriously, "Breaking my Xbox."

"Screw Xbox. PS3 is where it's at. Right Matt?" he asked.

"You're damn right it is." I agreed (I had a PS3 and played with Cody a lot). 

Cody laughed and turned to Nick again. "Now seriously, what scares you?"

Nick replied, "I was serious."

"Aw come ON Nick! You need to get out more. Maybe run into a pack of wolves or Freddy Krueger or something. Then tell me how scary breaking an Xbox is." He sighed and shook his head. "Right, who's next? Bre? It is Bre, right?"

Bre nodded. She had literally not said a word the whole time we'd been there. Her voice was raspy when she spoke, probably from smoking. "I'm not sure yet. Probably heights. Or blood." There was silence.

Cody said, "Alright. That's a common one." He looked around. "Steve, you're up."

Steve had also been quiet this whole time. But he finally spoke. "Nothing."

Cody snorted and choked on his food. When he recovered, he looked at Steve in disbelief and said, "Bullshit! You seemed pretty scared when I was yelling at you today. Which I'm still pissed at you for, by the way." He gave Steve a dirty look. 

"You shouldn't be, because I didn't do it," he was straining to keep his voice even. "How could I? It couldn't have felt like a fist, and I wasn't holding anything."

"I still think you did it. I don't know who else it could have been." He paused. "So back to the question. What scares you?"

"I'm telling you, nothing scares me." 

"Yeah. Ok pal," Cody said sarcastically. "You're telling me you wouldn't be scared if you ran into a serial killer or went for a late night stroll through Detroit? You're full of shit! I can see why Matt here hit you back in 7th grade." He was getting pissed at Steve now.

Steve flushed and said nothing. Then Nate spoke up, "I wanna know what scares the 2 horny lovers over there."

All eyes fell on us. Liv went first. "I've always been scared of the dark. I always feel like there's something waiting just out of my line of sight, trying to kill me." Her voice changed to a joking tone. "That's why I'm sleeping with Matt tonight, to protect me. As well as other various reasons, which you can probably guess," she grinned. 

Everyone burst out laughing, even Bre and Steve. I laughed and put an arm around her again. She smiled and fell silent, snuggling against me again, putting her head on my shoulder.

The laughter eventually stopped. Nate said, "Go on Matt, what scares you?"

Cody spoke up, "Screw off man, nothing scares him." He got up and threw more wood on the fire.

I smiled. "I don't know about that. Girls used to scare me." I paused and continued with a smile, motioning to Liv, "Until I met this one." Instantly, a disgusted groan went around the campfire. Cody jokingly rolled his eyes. Liv laughed and kissed my cheek. I continued, "But seriously, the thought of never seeing my friends or my family again scares the shit out of me. That and the things that make your skin crawl, and the hair stand up on the back of your neck." I paused, smiled, and pointed, "Like Nick over there." Everyone laughed even harder, except Nick, who blushed. Liv, Cody, and Nate were crying with laughter now. I grinned and continued, "One more thing. My grandfather always told me a creepy story of his dad." I paused and cleared my throat, leaning in and removing my arm from around Liv. Cody leaned in from across the fire and looked at me, the flames reflecting in his green eyes. 




Hunted Ch. 02



I continued, "It was back in world war two, which my great-grandfather fought in. He served with the 1st Marines on Okinawa. There was this insane guy in his squad. A fucking nut job. He was bloodthirsty. Anyway, it was about a month into the battle. This guy got the job of carrying the flamethrower. Now this was a really undesired task. They were always the priority targets. Any soldier in his right mind who saw he was about to be burnt to a fucking crisp would aim for the flamethrower. Makes perfect sense to me. Add an additional 25 pounds of fuel on your back and it was considered to be the worst job any soldier could have. I can only imagine what the fuck the guy's superiors were thinking, giving that lunatic, of all people, a flamethrower. But the problem was, he loved it! Even worse, he was the best shot in the platoon with it. And one day, his platoon got orders. These came straight down from the top." I paused and looked around at everyone. They were all listening attentively and leaning in. Liv was staring at me, her hazel eyes wide and fearful. 

I went on, "His platoon was ordered to charge a series of tunnels and caves carved into the sides of the mountains. These were a fucking death trap. They were all connected so any cave thought to be clear could suddenly spawn dozens of Japanese soldiers. Countless men were lost because of this. Anyway my great-grandfather was ordered to provide cover for the flamethrowers as they cleared out the caves. And of course, the crazy guy was given this task. He didn't give a shit about his safety or self-preservation. He was a killing machine. Anyway, this nut had to push uphill and clear out a cave, pretty much singlehandedly. It almost worked. He cleared out the cave successfully, burning all the guys inside to a crisp. He turned around and signaled that it was clear. But it wasn't. He must've missed one guy. This guy took a single shot at him. The bullet hit the fuel tank and it exploded. The poor fucker never had a chance. He went up like a fucking match. And the rest of the platoon had no choice but to watch. Not a good way to die. The flesh literally melted off his bones. The guy that shot him didn't last long either though. Our boys shredded his body with gunfire. Anyway, the corpsman attached to his unit had to go retrieve the body. If you could call it that. It must have been awful. The smell, the sight, everything. His skin was black and charred. He was so disfigured that he couldn't be identified. His dog tags had melted into his skin."

I paused and held mine up on the chain around my neck. "Yeah, these. Metal being melted into your skin. God knows what that felt like. Anyway, here's the fucked part. His skin was black, apart from one perfect patch on his arm. This patch of skin had a tattoo on it. This guy was a lifer in the marines. The tattoo was a picture of Satan and a hellhound with the words 'Devil Dog' under it. That's an infamous nickname given to the marines in the first world war if you're wondering. Like I said, his skin was all burnt. Beyond recognition. But not that part. That part was perfect. The one chunk of skin with a satanic reference was unscathed. There's nothing fun in a war, despite what you may see in the movies. It always looks like a clean, tidy adventure on camera. The reality is, it's fucking disgusting. So, back to the story, what happened with the tat? Was it just a fluke? Or was Satan watching over him? Either way, it taught me to keep an open mind." I finally finished and sat back. There was silence for a long time. Everyone was trying to comprehend what I just said. Liv looked terrified.

Cody finally broke the silence, "Wow. So anyway, back to the conversation. The thing that scares me the most is definitely-" That's when hell broke loose. Something fell, literally out of the sky, right in the fire, bouncing out again and lying next to it. 

There were simultaneous screams and swears. Liv screamed and literally jumped into my arms. I screamed, "OH CRAP!" and fell backwards, taking Liv with me and having her sprawled on top of me. Cody yelled, "FUCKIN' HELL!" and also fell off his seat. Nate yelled, "JESUS CHRIST!" and whipped out his knife and started stabbing the thing. Bre screamed. Nick shouted something unintelligible and jumped up. Even Steve was scared. 

Slowly, the chaos died down. Cody finally got up and asked, "Is everyone ok? Is anyone hurt?"

Nick replied, "No man, I think I shit myself," and stood up.

I crawled out from under Liv and helped her up. She hugged me tight and wouldn't let go. Her heart rate was through the roof. I asked, "What the FUCK was that?!"

"I don't know. It looks like a bird, maybe a crow." Cody walked over and examined it.

Nate was going to town on the thing with his knife, screaming obscenities and insults at it as blood squirted everywhere. Nick laughed, watching him. He finally stopped stabbing it and asked, covered in its blood, "Is it dead?"

Cody replied, "Oh yeah, it's dead alright. I don't get it. Did it just fall from the sky?"

"The fuck if I know," I answered, and tried to calm Liv down. She was freaking out, still hugging me tightly.

"Whatever that was, it fucking scared me!" Liv said. She buried her face in my shoulder. I started rubbing her back, trying to calm her down. 

Steve still hadn't spoken but looked scared. Nate noticed and turned to him, blood dripping down his face, and said sarcastically, "Mr. I'm-Not-Scared-Of-Anything, Mr. Balls-Of-Steel, right?" Steve glared at him but didn't say anything. 

Cody laughed and said, "As I was saying, my number one fear is now random birds doing face plants into my campsites." Everyone laughed. "On that note, goodnight." He turned to me, "Don't let Liv bite," and winked before going to bed. Nate followed. Nick, Bre, and Steve decided to sleep by the fire, having unsuccessfully built shelters. 

I walked over to examine the bird. That's odd. This looks like a bullet hole, I thought, noticing a hole in the body. 

Liv came over, finally calmed down, "What is it?" she asked.

"I'll tell you in the shelter," I said. We bade everyone goodnight and retired to the shelter.

"So?" she asked when we got there.

"There was a bullet hole in that corpse. Hunting season hasn't started yet."

"So who shot it?"

Then I remembered. "Oh shit. Remember this morning, when I thought I saw sunlight reflecting off of something?"

"Yeah...?"

"I'm now convinced it was a scope on a gun. That makes sense."

"Jesus. You're right. But why would the guy shoot a bird and make it fall on our campsite?"

"Maybe to send us a message to fuck off back to civilization. Or to scare us. And there was only one bullet hole. The guy must be a good shot. I'm thinking ex-military. Maybe special forces. Navy SEALs or Delta Force."

"Oh fuck. I think I made a mistake coming with you."

I hugged her and said, "Liv. I promise you, no harm will come to you. They'll have to go through me to get to you. You have my word."

"I hope you're right."

"I am. Now come on, we need to get some sleep." We lay down on the ground, which was surprisingly comfortable. But it was cold. Aw fuck, no blankets, I thought. "Liv?"

"Yeah?"

"You cold?"

"Fucking freezing."

"We could share body heat. It's warm. Do you want to?"

"Sure. I could use warmth right now."

I got up and went over to her, lying down beside her. "Come here," I grabbed her and started spooning her, putting my hands on her boobs. "Better?"

"Yes. Much better. She turned her head to look at me. "Can I ask you something?"

"Sure. Shoot."

"Was that story real? The tattoo one?"

"What, the flamethrower maniac one?" I laughed. "Hell, no. I made the whole thing up."

Liv laughed too. "You ass. You had me terrified after."

"I know, but I couldn't help it. You're so cute when you're scared."

She turned her head. "Aww, thanks baby," and kissed me. "Goodnight, love ya," and kissed me again, more passionately this time. She smiled and closed her eyes, and was soon breathing deeply. Her boobs felt really good through her tank top in my hands. I whispered, "Goodnight, gorgeous. You're safe with me." I could never forgive myself if she got hurt or killed on my watch. God, I loved her so much. Carefully, I slid both hands up her tank top, caressing her flawless stomach, and cupped both boobs, which felt amazing. I fell asleep like that, still spooning her. 

To be continued in part 3...



Hunted Ch. 03



Disclaimer: Warning this story contains scenes of Non-Consent/Reluctance, Vampires, Demons, Blood, and Violence. It may be offensive to some. Please read at your own discretion. Enjoy! -Dannygirl31

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Davik Scott James did the best he could to admire the lavish surroundings in which he found himself, despite how uncomfortable he felt about being here: Satin curtains were hung everywhere, in a fairly successful attempt to hide the dreariness of the old, moldy, black brick walls. There were shelves and tables littered with all sorts of unusual junk everywhere: shrunken heads, healing crystals, voodoo dolls, the list goes on... Davik had successfully hunted several witches before, but never had seen the inside of one of their dens. He had not imagined they would be so... stereotypical.

The woman, the witch Alrune, steps out from a backroom hidden behind a curtain woven from beads. She looks to Davik with a strangely comforting smile, "Ah, Davik, so you return to me at last." 

Davik can't help but to swallow back a sudden dryness in his throat as he looks upon the witch once again: She is a vision of perfect beauty, having all the correct curves in all the right places, an alluring vision of every man's fantasy woman. Her short black hair reminded him of Samantha's, but that's where the similarities ended: Samantha didn't tend to enjoy such lush, extravagant dresses for one. Alrune, however, wore an amazing crimson dress that draped on her body loosely, the silk so thin that, thanks to the candlelight, Davik could see the silhouette of her form underneath. The dress hung so low on her chest that it showed the entirety of her cleavage, the straps of the dress barely covering her nipples teasingly. Davik couldn't help but to guess at her bust size: C-cup perhaps? Whatever the case, her breasts were large enough that they threatened to slip out of their insufficient coverings all too easily. The woman wore a coy grin and had green eyes so vivid they almost seemed to glow. Her facial features were further accented by her black lipstick, dark purple eyeshadow, and dark blush.

"Did you bring me something of this woman, this Samantha?" her voice was lyrical, inviting.

Davik tries to shake off the spell her form seemed to cast upon him, and withdraws a simple hairbrush from his black, leather coat. The hairbrush was well used and littered with strands of black hair. He had ransacked every drawer in Samantha's room before he realized that the easiest way to obtain some of her DNA was to simply nab a few strands of her hair.

A wide smile crossed the lips of the witch woman at the sight of the brush, "Ah, yes, that will do nicely!" She takes a seat behind a small table centered in the middle of the room, clears off all sorts of junk: A crystal ball, tarot cards, etc. Then she motions to a chair on the opposite side of the table, "sit down my precious."

Davik still doesn't like this one bit: When he had found the witch woman responsible for cursing this small town's pastor with a dreaded and incurable disease, he had every intention of simply running his sword through her. But the witch promised she could repay his every desire in return for her life, and best of all she promised she could tell Davik everything about the ever mysterious Samantha.

Samantha, his thoughts turn to her sourly as he reminds himself why he was trusting this creature. Fight fire with fire, he thinks, use one monster to unmask another. Samantha had been the favorite of the Father for far too long. Yes, she had supposedly slain more monsters than the rest of the hunters put together, but that shouldn't excuse her of the fact that she was too obviously not human! The way she could move faster than most could see, the way she could punch her way through a brick wall: No human could do that! Samantha was a freak, a monster, and the sooner he proved that to the Father, the sooner they could be rid of her... Forever.

At last reassured, Davik hands the brush to the witch. Unexpectedly, the woman sniffs the brush deeply, then, her eyes closing, sighs long with satisfaction. "Mmm, yes," she purrs, "definitely not human, or at least not quite..."

"What is that supposed to mean?" Davik demands, perturbed by her strange actions and growing impatient.

"Hold on precious," she giggles at his fury, "I must ask the spirits."

"What spirits?" Davik doesn't trust the sound of that even a tiny little bit.

Alrune plucks a hair from the brush deftly with a sly grin, then tossing the brush aside she lies the hair down on the table stretching it with both hands at either end. Then she closes her eyes and begins chanting in a strange language Davik isn't familiar with. It almost sounds like Latin, but not quite.

Was it getting darker in here?

It seems like the witch chants for an eternity before it happens: The candles flicker out, leaving the room in near pitch black darkness, and a cold breeze sweeps into the room from only god knows where. Suddenly Alrune's eyes shoot open, the sight of them are enough to nearly make Davik fall back out of his chair: Her irises, pupils, everything are gone, her eyes are simply white all over.

The witch speaks, but the voice is not of her own. The new voice lacks the underlying current of seduction that Alrune spoke with deftly, instead this new voice is cold, hollow, and empty. "Why do you summon me?" 

Davik doesn't know what to say, he is completely flabbergasted: "Wh-Who are you?",

"Is it important mortal? I am not from this world, and have been summoned from my slumber quite abruptly to speak with you. Now I ask again, Why do you summon me?" the voice seems quite impatient.

"I want to know about the woman who's hair that is," Davik wipes away cold sweat from his brow.

The voice laughs, a slow, unnerving chuckle, "it is simple: She is a demon."

The words themselves take the wind from Davik's chest, "A what!?" That's impossible: Demons were creatures of unimaginable power, with psychic abilities that could tear down entire cities and a thirst for destruction unequaled by any creature. Only once had the monastery every encountered a demon, and that was long before Davik became a hunter. As its told, every hunter was mobilized against this unstoppable force, and most were killed before the Father could exorcise it.

"A Demon in it's larvae stage, granted," the voice chuckles again, "but a demon nonetheless."

"Larvae? What does that mean?"

"It means she is like a child demo: She may be full-grown for a human, but to an adult demon she is but a baby," the voice speaks in a matter-of-fact manner.

"When...?" Davik can't even articulate his question, his stomach suddenly very nauseous.

"...Will she change?" the voice chuckles again, "It is impossible to say: It could be any second now, or it could be hundreds of years."

"What do I do?" Davik gulps, already knowing the answer.

"Kill her, simply," the voice makes it sound all too easy.

"How?"

"She will die as easily as any mortal, a gunshot wound, a stab through the heart," the voice pauses a moment and frowns, "but illness, disease, poison won't do."

That's no help: Davik had seen Samantha in action at least a dozen times, she's too fast to catch, too strong to overpower. Then the horrible truth dawns over him... Even if he told the Father about Samantha, even if the Father believed him, even if he set every hunter he had against Samantha, Samantha could simply kill them all.

It would be too easy for her.

"There has to be another way..." Davik pleads with the voice.

The voice thinks on that for a long moment, enough to feel like an eternity passes before it speaks again, "perhaps there is one way..."

"Yes! Anything!" Davik exclaims, shooting up from his chair and slamming his hands down on the table.

"I could give you... the power," the voice suggests, almost too off key, like its a suggestion Davik should pause at.

"The power?" Davik raises an eyebrow, a powerful curiosity overtaking his reason.

"Yes, a gift of the Angels," the voice explains, "you would become every bit as fast and strong as her, maybe even more so. Then you could beat her."

The gift of the Angels? Davik could scarcely believe it. Wow, what a gift! A true blessing from heaven! "Yes, Yes! What do I have to do?"

The angel's grin spreads across Alrune's face unnaturally, stretching further up each cheek than humanly possible, the edges of her lips easily passing over her cheekbones. "Its simple, you just have to let me in."

"How?"

"Close your eyes."

Davik does as he was commanded and closes his eyes. In the darkness of his mind's eye he could see the angel's true form: A tall, strong man, with short, bright, gold hair, and azure eyes that glow with holy light. He has great feather wings stretching out from his back and spreading gloriously into eternity. Upon his head he wears a magnificent jeweled crown that sparkles with the light of a thousand suns.

Instantly the room plunges into total blackness, and Alrune's body, still possessed by the angel, steps up from her chair, and walks slowly around the table behind Davik. She put her hands on either side of his head.

"Repeat after me..." the angel's voice is much deeper now. His pitch and timbre scrapping below what is possible for any human. To anyone not under the mesmerizing spell Davik is under, it would sound too much like the horrible hiss of a deadly, venomous snake, but to Davik it sounds like a heavenly choir.

Davik is under his power now...

* * *

"Questions?" the Father announces as he stands before his small class. Sitting before him, in their respective desks, are two children: Timothy and Mary. Orphans, abandoned by their parents, rejected by society, they were adopted into the church to be two future hunters.

Despite their young age, a childhood in an orphanage has hardened them, strengthened them. Every day they attack their lessons with a vigor of youth: Their weapons training going better than the Father could have hoped. Their studies going on strong into the night.

Timothy raises his hand.

"Yes, Timothy?"

"How can we tell someone is a vampire?"

The Father nods with satisfaction, an excellent question! He would have expect no less from these two.

"Well," he starts, "first there is their eyes." He thinks back to most of the vampires he had seen in his long life. "Most, have eyes as red as blood," those red eyes would forever haunt him every time his own eyes. There was always a lust for death etched deeply in those kind of eyes. "Others, their eyes may change with age, no one knows why or how."

The children nod, and jot down the Father's words into their notebooks.

"Second, is their body temperature, if your unfortunate enough to get so close," the Father chuckles. "A hungry vampire will be as icy as death itself.. A fed vampire, however, will be as warm as any mortal. As their victim's blood flows through them, it warms them." He pauses, "Also, if they are hungry, their heartbeat slows. They must feed to keep their heart beating, if they fail to do so their heart stops, and they die their second death. This one more permanent."

"That doesn't sound very reliable," Mary pouts.

"Not at all," the Father grins, but if all other signs fail this one just might save your life. So it is, of course, worth noting."

And so they did note it.

"Finally, a vampire will always be pale. When they die and become vampires, the melanin in their skin dies, and they become the specters of death itself. They cannot tan, obviously, since the light of the sun would cause them to burst into flames were they stupid enough to try," the Father chuckles at that last point, and the children laugh with him.

"Any more questions?"

The children shake their heads.

"Good. Lesson adjourned."

* * *

Venice, the most romantic city in the world, and Monica was stuck in a dreary hotel room alone, away from the man she loved. Oh well, it wasn't like he necessarily loved her back, and it wasn't like she could ever be with him anyway. She was a hunter of the church, and therefore forbidden from carnal passions. 

Still, Monica felt extra sensitive to her desires tonight. There was just something about Venice: Something that unearthed those feelings she worked so hard to bury. 

William was just a couple of rooms away, she mused. With no threat of being caught, no Father to watch them, and no other hunters around to catch them, it was too tempting for her mind to wander on the thought of sneaking into his room.

She lay back on her bed with a coy smile, daydreaming on the possibility: Her imagination makes it feel so real as she sees herself quietly pushing open his door. Despite her best effort, however, the door would squeak and William being ever alert would shoot out of his bed.

"Who's there?" he fumbles for his crossbow.

"Relax William, it's me, Monica," she whispers.

"Oh," he sighs, "you startled me."

"I'm sorry," she'd say, "I... I felt lonely."

Perhaps he would chuckle, yes, that sounds like something he would do. "Well then, come and sit with me," he sits upon the bed and pats an all too inviting spot next to him. Butterflies well up in her stomach, and for a moment Monica has to remind herself its not really happening. 

She would be too shy to accept his offer she thinks, but its no fun to fantasize about leaving now: Instead, she should sit next to William, blushing intensely. He gazes upon her, up and down, examining her. His gorgeous brown eyes stare into her intently, seeing past her petite figure and seeing her for the woman she is for the first time. Sure, her long red hair, green eyes, and freckles made her one of the cutest women he had ever seen. Sure she was always so shy, so timid, and so easily started. But, he had seen her in battle, and he knew she could be so brave when she had to be, so strong, so beautiful.

He'd be shy too, she imagines: He takes her hand, blushing at her in return, and they just stare into each others eyes for the longest time. Monica admires his features in return: His bold, thin jaw, his chiseled cheekbones, his sexy stubble, and his dirty blond hair, wavy and always so unkempt.

Finally, they kiss. Monica isn't sure who would make the first move, perhaps they could both slowly inch towards each other in synchronization, meeting each other half way. Their lips meld in harmony, and they kiss passionately, their desire for each other growing rapidly.

William would throw his arms around Monica, pulling her into him, lashing his tongue into her mouth, and kissing her much more deeply. Monica would moan slightly as her tongue duels with his own, running her hands down his strong chest.

Then William, his uncontrollable desire for the woman before him, would not be able to contain himself. He pulls Monica's top off fiercely and pushes her back onto the bed. Moving on top of her he firmly plants his lips to Monica's, kissing her roughly, biting her lower lip tenderly. Monica gasps as she feels his hand slip down beneath her skirt.

It feels so real as Monica's imagination runs away on her: She can actually feel him rubbing her nether-lips gently through her panties: Oh wait! Monica didn't realize she had slipped her own hand down into her skirt... Well, that explains it.

She digs her nails into his shoulders, her breathing quickening as he fondles her delicately. He moves his hand under her panties next as he moves his lips to her neck, suckling her softly. Monica moans as she feels his fingers stroking her labia gingerly. Then, slowly, he inserts a finger into her folds. He can feel how wet she has become for him...

Suddenly there is a knocking at the door, and, like being smacked upside the head, Monica is forced back to reality. Reeling from the hormonal effects of her own imagination she quickly pulls her hand out of her underwear. She notices the glistening of her own wetness on her fingers and wipes them on her skirt quickly, feeling flustered.

"W-Who is it?" she stutters.

"Its Samantha, its time to go," Samantha's voice echoes from the other side of the door coldly.

Of course, the mission: To slay this vampire, this Darrien, a Nosferatu. "Right now?" Monica looks out the window, the sun is setting quickly, the vampire will soon wake. "Shouldn't we get him when he's sleeping?"

Samantha's answer comes with a sigh of regret, "I can't find him during the day."

Monica collects herself off the bed quickly, "One moment, I need to get changed!" Flustered she squirms out of her skirt and starts collecting her hunter attire.

"Alright, William and I will meet you downstairs."

Monica can hear Samantha's footsteps as she moves down the hall towards the elevator, and when the sounds fades into the distance Monica stampers as she chastises herself. She was being foolish again, like most nights. The truth was she could never be with William, no matter how much she desired too, and even if he actually wanted her in return. She should accept that and move on.

She slips on her flexible, black, pants and leather coat, grabs her crossbow, and starts after Samantha and William. Another hotel patron stares at her like she's a freak as she bursts from her room towing a crossbow with her. Embarrassed of the slip up, she quickly stuffs it into her tout bag to avoid any more people from seeing it as she makes her way to the elevator.

The wait for the elevator and the ride to the lobby is torturous as Monica can't contain her excitement to be doing a mission with William again. Its not the first time they have worked together, but every instance is a rare thing, so Monica has to savor each time like it could be the last time. And considering the dangers of their job, any time very well could be the last time.

Monica chastises herself for thinking like that: She will protect William with her life, just as she is sure he would do the same for her. Besides, they have Samantha with them this time: Samantha is more powerful than any vampire she has ever encountered, sending Monica and William along with her to kill one vampire seems like overkill really.

Though, what was it the Father called this vampire? A 'Nosferatu'? An elder vampire, stronger than any other vampire they have ever encountered... Monica swallows back some saliva as she feels her throat going dry.

The elevator doors open at last and Monica steps out into the lobby. The lobby is quiet, mostly deserted at this hour, save for a couple of new arrivals checking in and a few hotel staff. There is no sign of Samantha or William anywhere.

That's odd: They should have beat Monica down here. She waits for several minutes to be sure, then starting to get really worried she approaches the front desk.

"Hi, I'm looking for my friends, have you seen them? They look..." she starts to ask, but is interrupted.

"They were 'ere for a few minutes, but they left," the receptionist cuts off Monica rudely.

"How-?" Monica is cut off once again.

"-Did I know they were your friends?" Monica only nods. "They were dressed jus' like you: Going to some kind of weird bondage club?"

"Um sure," Monica doesn't bother to argue with the rude receptionist, "Thanks, I guess."

Monica starts to get frantic: Why would they leave? Would they go and try to kill the vampire themselves? Monica wasn't taking THAT long to get dressed, was she? Of course not, they couldn't possibly be that impatient.

Then that meant something had gone wrong, and Monica wasn't fond of that thought. No, wait, they must be waiting outside, yes, to get some fresh air while they waited, of course! Monica suddenly felt so silly for not thinking of that possibility before. 

Monica quickly steps outside earnestly expecting to see Samantha and William waiting for her outside. They must be growing impatient by now. But when she gets out there, she finds the front entrance of the hotel to be as sparsely populated as the lobby and there was still no sign of what happened to her friends.




Hunted Ch. 03



I woke up the next morning with Liv still in my arms. Not necessarily a bad thing. Carefully, I tried to slide my arms out from around her. But a whispered "Not so fast, babe," stopped me. She opened her eyes and smiled at me. She whispered, "Leave your arms there. It feels good," and kissed me good morning. It slowly got more intense, with tongue and soft moaning. Slowly, I repositioned myself, getting on top of her. The make out session resumed. I carefully slid my hands up her tank top, caressing and fondling her boobs. 

She inhaled sharply and arched her back. "Oh God, don't stop," she whispered, wrapping her arms around my neck and pulling me in even closer. Liv suddenly rolled over so she was on top, and started kissing back fiercely. I ran one hand through her hair, and ran the other up and down her back, finally stopping and grabbing her ass. She moaned again and and gently started biting and sucking on my lower lip. It was just getting good when we were interrupted by Cody coming in to the shelter. 

"Hey are you guys-OH my-!" Cody exclaimed, shielding his eyes and stumbling away from our lean-to, groping blindly for something to hold on to. 

"Shit. We'll continue this later," Liv whispered with a wink before rolling off of me and standing up. I followed suit and walked over to where Cody was, trying to drown himself in what looked like a makeshift sink. I laughed and tapped him on the shoulder.

"Matt, I would advise you to make the explanation you are about to give...." he paused and wiped his eyes, turning around to look at me, and finished, "......phenomenally good." 

"What? It was just a good morning kiss!" I said.

His jaw dropped. "Bullshit! You two were all over each other!"

Liv walked over. "What can I say, I have needs, you know."

"Yes you do. But I didn't need to see that. You could have given me a warning, maybe moaned loudly or something."

"We didn't hear you coming. Or at least I didn't. I don't know about my bf here," said Liv.

I shook my head. "Anyway, what's the plan for today?"

"Nate and I just built this rain catcher. I didn't think I'd need it so soon," he sighed and shot me a dirty look, shaking his head. "We're gonna need more food and water. I'll have Steve check the traps. If there's anything else, I'll tell you." He added, so everyone could hear, "Remember, don't go out alone!" He turned and walked over to Steve to give him the task. 

Liv turned to me. "Dammit, that was just getting good. Shame. I'll talk to you later. I'm gonna go help Steve." We kissed briefly and she followed Steve. I went over to Cody, who was adjusting his lean-to, and asked if he'd seen Nate.

"Yeah. He should be around here somewhere. Probably grabbing more firewood. Why?" 

"I need to tell you guys something. I'll find him then come back and tell you both."

"Ok. I'll be here."

I found Nate over by Steve and Liv and brought him back to Cody. Then I told them what I'd told Liv last night about my suspicions with the gun scope and the bullet hole in the crow. They didn't interrupt and just listened until I'd finished.

Cody spoke, "That could be a problem. What if he shoots one of us? We could use those traps to simultaneously keep him out and catch food."

Nate agreed. "Yeah. That's really our only defense. A knife won't do much against a trained sniper." So we agreed to keep an eye out.

I went over to find Liv and Steve, and that's when I heard voices.

"Ssshh. I promise you'll love this one. Why does he get all the favors? I want some too." There was a muffled shout.

That sounded like Steve, I thought. But who was he talking to? Then I remembered. Liv! OH FUCK! I pulled out my knife and turned the corner and gasped. Steve had a hand over Liv's mouth and was unzipping his pants. She had a look of horror on her face as she struggled. 

My shock was instantly replaced by rage. That motherfucker! I thought. "HEY!" I screamed, charging at Steve. I spun him around and punched him the hardest I've ever hit someone. "KEEP YOUR FUCKING HANDS OFF HER!!" I picked him up by his shirt and slammed him face first into a tree. "I WARNED YOU NOT TO TOUCH HER! YOU MOTHERFUCKER! IF YOU EVER LAY A HAND ON HER AGAIN..." I dropped the knife and and kneed him in the stomach, winding him and knocking him over. I turned to Liv. "Did he hurt you? Are you ok?!"  

She nodded fearfully. "I'm fine. HOLY SHIT! WATCH OUT!" as Steve came at me with the knife I'd dropped.

My reflexes saved my life. I dodged the knife and grabbed his arm and twisted it behind his back, slamming him into a tree again. I hissed into his ear, "That was a mistake. If you EVER touch her again, I swear to you you will regret it." I finished and stabbed the knife into the tree, pinning his shirt to the bark. 

Cody and Nate came running over, presumably because they heard the commotion. Taking all this in, they asked simultaneously, " What just happened?" 

"Ask him!" I said with disgust and poison in my voice. I went over to Liv as she started crying. "You ok baby?"

She looked at me with tears in her eyes. "What does it look like? I was so scared. I thought he was gonna rape me!" She started balling her eyes out. I pulled her close, hugging her. She buried her face in my shoulder, sobbing. "Sshh. Don't cry. You're safe now. I'm here for you. That fucker will be going to court when we get back. If he ever lays a hand on you again, I'll fuck him up, I swear to you."

Cody came over. "Steve says nothing happened."

I spun around with fire in my eyes. "HORSESHIT! Look at her, man! She's crying! Nothing happened, my ass! That kid tried to rape Liv, that's what fucking happened!" I shouted. "I saw the whole thing. I stopped it, then I almost got stabbed!" I held Liv even tighter, almost crushing her as she continued balling. "Just keep that cunt away from us, before I really hurt him." I watched with disgust as they led him away. I swear a lot, but I draw the line at saying the f-word, so naturally I had never used the c-word in my entire life, but this scenario warranted its use (I hate that word, and have never used it in real life either).

He looked back and smirked. If I had my knife, I would have thrown it at him. I didn't like him before, but now I wanted to strangle him. We sat down at the base of a tree, and I continued to let Liv sob into my shoulder. "Are you sure you're alright? Do you wanna go back home?" 

She looked up at me. "What, and give that prick the satisfaction of seeing me break down? Never! I'm fine. Really. I just can't believe it. I've never seen you like that."

"I'm pretty even tempered. I don't get pissed off much, but when I do, I blow up. I get that from my dad. I was fucking pissed. No, beyond pissed. I'm just protecting my girl." I smiled at her. "You're a tough chick. You know that? Most girls would want out. That's why I like you."

"I couldn't take leaving you alone with that maniac. And Cody and Nate." She finally stopped crying and smiled. "Thank you so much for saving me. I thought I was screwed. If he'd succeeded..." her voice trailed off. "Wow. I need to get my mind off that. Can you help me collect the traps?"

"Of course. Hang in there Liv. He'll get what's coming to him. Maybe a fist or a spike up his ass." I stood up and helped her up. We spent the next hour collecting and checking the traps. Liv leapt into my arms after we were done. I carried her back to camp. Nick and Bre were just returning from whatever tasks they were doing. Steve was sitting outside. He saw us and smirked, winking at Liv. My blood started boiling at the sight of this lowlife making passes at her. I wanted to hit him. Hard. 

The rest of the day was uneventful, with the three of us (me, Nate, and Cody) keeping watch over Steve. The bastard just sat there with a smirk on his face.

Cody and Nate came over to me by the shelter that night. "How's she doing?" Cody asked. He added, "And you too. You ok?"

"The fuck you think she's doing? She's really messed up. That cocksucker really had her freaked out. Makes perfect sense to me. I mean, think about it. She's collecting firewood, she gets jumped, almost gets raped, nearly sees me die, then I freaked out at Steve. As for me, my girlfriend almost got raped, and I almost died defending her. And on top of all that shit, I'm stuck in the middle of nowhere without so much as a 6-pack or a porn mag." I snorted and shook my head in disgust. "No wonder I'm pissed off."

They looked over at her, sitting by the fire, staring into the flames. 

"You're a good boyfriend, defending your turf like that. If that was my girl, I'd have probably killed him," Nate said, looking at Steve with disgust. 

I laughed bitterly. "Don't tempt me. I came close today. That knife almost found its way through his heart instead of his shirt. If he has a heart." I looked over at Liv. "She needs an early night. I'm staying up and keeping watch in case he tries it again."

"You won't need to. We've agreed to take shifts watching over Steve," Cody said.

"You're sure? Thanks guys. Appreciate it. But I'm still staying up. Ok? Night." I walked over to Liv and sat down next to her. "You ok? Tired?"

She nodded but didn't say anything.

"I'm sorry about what he did to you. The guys are taking turns watching Steve. And I'm staying up to guard you."

She looked at me and smiled. "Thanks. I probably won't sleep much, but I'm going to bed. Coming?" She got up. 

"Yeah," I stood up and took her hand. We walked over to the shelter. Liv lay down and closed her eyes. About 5 minutes later, she opened them and said, "Matt? I'm cold. And scared."

I looked over from where I was standing, by the entrance of the lean-to. Liv got up and came over to me. She stood in front of me, looking out into the woods. I got close to her and slid my hands through her arms and held her by her stomach, enjoying the feeling of her ass against my crotch. I buried my face in her hair, sighing. "How's this?"

"Better. I feel warmer. And a lot safer with you holding me," she turned her head to kiss my cheek. "I can't sleep. Can we go for a walk? Maybe explore the area?"

"Sure, why not? I'm not tired either." I took her hand and we walked outside. I nodded at Nate, who was on watch. I didn't need to say where we were going. It was a nice night. Perfect temperature. Full moon. Liv looked beautiful right now. We walked hand in hand for about 10 minutes until we came to a small pond. We stood there skipping stones. Liv was finally smiling, finally forgetting about Steve. She turned to me with a smile, "I'm gonna go for a swim. You in?"

"Sure. I'll come, but I don't have a bathing suit."

Her smile got bigger and more mischievous.

I finally caught on. "All the better. Let's go." We quickly stripped down and walked down to the water. 

Liv stuck a foot in. "It's warm, come on." She walked in up to her waist and beckoned me to follow. She was right. The water was really nice. I waded in and went over to her. She smiled. We went deeper, up to our necks now. Liv put her hands around my neck and wrapped her legs around me. We just floated around like that, enjoying this. She smiled again, the moon reflecting in her eyes. Slowly, she leaned in and put her lips to mine. She pulled away, "That was for saving me today. And these-" she kissed me again, "Are. For. All. You. Do. For. Me. As. My. Boyfriend," she finished, having kissed me between each word. 

"This is so romantic," I said, looking around.

Liv laughed and pulled me close so our foreheads were touching. "Come on. I want to make it up to you." She let go of me and swam back to shore as I followed. Her gorgeous body looked incredible. She was perfectly tanned and in great shape. She lay down on the grass and pulled me down on top of her. I kissed down her neck and onto her 34C boobs. I took a nipple in my mouth and sucked on it. She moaned and pushed my head down. I quickly moved to the other one and kissed down her perfect stomach and navel piercing to her vag. She had no hair down there at all. Perfect. I slowly licked her slit and began tongue fucking her. She loved it and started moaning louder as she came, clenching her muscles. She got on her knees as I stood up. "My turn," she said, licking my rock hard cock and popping it into her mouth. Oh, she was good. Sucking and humming with the perfect amount of tongue. Driving me fucking crazy. I didn't last long, unloading down her throat. She swallowed it all and lay back down. She looked up and said, "Take me," and opened her legs. I lay down next to her. I flipped her onto her side and lifted her leg up. I slowly stuck it in her warm, tight hole and squeezed her boob. It felt amazing. She moaned and threw her head back. I slowly started thrusting, watching her boobs bounce. Her moaning got louder and faster as I picked up speed, my balls tightening and slapping against her ass. I closed my eyes in ecstasy and continued pistoning in and out, really hard and fast now. I groaned and finally came, blowing inside her, making her cum too. She sighed and rolled over on top of me, kissing me deeply. "Thank you," she said, and stood up, reaching for her clothes. We dressed each other and started walking back.

To be continued in part 4, when it all crashes down.....



Hunted Ch. 03



Panic grips her: They must be in trouble, there is no other explanation! She has to find them quickly, but she had no idea where to look. Irregardless, she couldn't just stand around and worry, she had to start searching. She chose a direction and stuck to it with a quick pace. Hopefully she would catch up with them soon. Though, of course, the unlikelihood of finding them in a city as large as Venice scratches at the back of her mind.

The sun seems to have long since set, and the further Monica moves away from the hotel the darker it gets. The crowds of Venice that she enjoyed during the daytime were nowhere to be found at this hour, though it could have something to do with the bad area she seems to have found herself in. She strokes a dagger hidden in her jacket fondly, nervous she might have to use it on some poor sap who would think her weak and helpless and would look to take advantage of that.

"Looking for your friends?" a female voice rings out from behind Monica, and she twirls around to face the new presence. When Monica sees the woman, she instantly draws the dagger: The woman is too obviously a vampire. Her eyes are red like fire, blood stains her chin, and she is as pale as the moon.

"What did you do with them you monster!?" Monica demands, holding the dagger up between her and the vampire threateningly. Her heart beats so hard it feels like it is going to burst from her chest she is so nervous. Monica doesn't have the same skills Samantha does, and, usually, whether or not she can kill a vampire depends upon her getting the element of surprise. She wishes she could run for it, but the vampire's words suggest that she knows something about Samantha and William, and she must be brave for them.

"Relax, I have a pleasant surprise for you. Oh, and the name is Belle," the vampire glares at her.

"Surprise?" Monica blurts out: She knows she cannot trust this monster, but she has no choice for now.

"Its about your precious William," she laughs, "I think you will like it, come, follow me."

"What did you do to him!?" Monica yells angrily after the vampire as she begins to walk away.

"Follow me and find out," the vampire calls for her.

Wearily, Monica follows after the vampire, Belle. She keeps the dagger raised, being cautious of any sudden attacks. Her mind runs rampantly with unfortunate thoughts that do nothing to help quell her panic: Is William okay? What has this Belle done to him? Perhaps the blood stained on Belle's chin is his? That thought in particular makes her sick to the stomach...

It seems like Monica follows the vampire for an eternity before they approach an abandoned building. The structure is decaying and all the windows have been long since boarded up: The perfect hideout for a vampire.

"We-We're going in THERE?" Monica's nervousness is apparent in her voice and on her face as she grows more and more pale with each passing second.

"Your a vampire hunter honey," Belle cackles, "please do not tell me your afraid of a simple building?"

"No!" Monica protests, "but your crazy if you think I'm going in there with you!"

"Fine," Belle scoffs, inspecting her nails with disinterest, cleaning a bit of dirt off of them. "Stay out here then. I'll just have a little fun with William inside all by myself."

Monica growls at the vampire as she makes her way for the large, heavy, wooden double doors, and with great strength pushes them open. The doors have obviously warped with age, and scrap across the ground in protest.

As the vampire disappears into the darkness of the abandoned building Monica frantically tries to compose herself. Oh, this is sooo a trap! But they MUST have William, he is already in grave danger: How else would this Belle know so much about him?

Oh god, here we go...

Monica rests her bag on the ground, unzipping it she grabs her crossbow with one hand, and continues to wield her dagger in the other. Slowly she moves out of the moonlight and into the darkness of the abandoned building. She finds herself in a large audience chamber, and marvels at the decor, despite how withered and crumbled it has become. It appears as though she is in some sort of auction house chamber, or perhaps this was a church of some kind? Various statues stand as boldly as they can without their missing limbs, looking to be broken off years ago. Most of the statues are hooded figures, ominously looking over the audience seating with a cold, silent stare.

"Hello?" Monica's voice echoes throughout the room. Where has the vampire Belle gone? She's vanished...

Dammit! This IS a trap!

Monica hears a high pitched hissing as a shadowy figure leaps unnaturally from the darkness and over the audience chamber at her. Her reflexes allow her to fire an arrow at the figure as he glides through the air, the dart sticks into the monster's shoulder, unfortunately missing the heart.

The vampire lands upon her, hissing wildly like a snake. The little touch of moonlight creeping in from the door reflects off of its fangs with a glimmer of danger. Its heavy, bulky, definitely not female. So its not Belle, but a male vampire. With a grunt, Monica kicks the monster off herself and it falls back to the floor sprawled out. Monica quickly collects herself, picking herself up off the floor, and then plunges the dagger downwards straight for the vampire's heart. 

The beast rolls out of the way and then leaps onto all fours, hissing unnaturally once again as it leaps at Monica. She just manages to move aside, and she can feel the hot breath of the vampire along her neck as its gnashing fangs just barely miss her. One of its claws scraps across her cheek, leaving a long bleeding cut as the vampire flies past her.

Monica quickly spins around, guiding her crossbow to its mark and firing a few darts. She hears the squeals of the monster as the arrows stick into his backside. Fortunately one manages to pierce over his heart.

Monica grins to herself: How do you like that Belle? She actually beat him!

But this is no time to hesitate: Monica managed to stun the creature by piercing its heart, now she must quickly remove its head in order to kill it once and for all! She brings her dagger up and runs to the creature, leaping on top of it.

But as she brings the dagger to its forsaken throat she manages to finally catch a better glimpse of the monster in the dim light: But what she see makes her wail in terror and agony: "William! NO!"

William, now a dreaded vampire, growls underneath her, in both pain and defeat. His eyes are blood red, but they look up to her with such a sadness, almost as if they beg her to do it, to finish him off. A tear streams down Monica's face as she holds the dagger to Williams throat. She has to do it! He's a monster now! C'mon!

With a heavy sigh she drops the dagger, she just can't do it...

Suddenly, she is grabbed from behind and lifted forcefully off of William. Her hands are wrenched behind her and her attacker moves to sniff at the blood running down her cheek. It's Belle, the vampire bitch who did this to William!

Belle Closes her eyes, her chest expanding with a deep breath, as she sniffs at the trickle blood dripping slowly down Monica's cheek. Then she licks it off, the sensation of her tongue against her skin makes Monica tremble with revulsion.

"Get up William," Belle commands her new thrall, "Its time you try blood for the first time."

William gets up slowly, his eyes still gaze at her apologetically as it seems his mind fights against the new urges of his body. Monica doesn't even bother struggling against Belle's grasp, instead she only weeps: She has lost the will to fight back.

William slowly steps towards Monica, shambling as though his willpower tries to fight against his legs. If so, then he is failing more and more with each step. He presses himself right up against Monica and runs his nose along her neck. He sniffs at her hungrily, trembling with anticipation. Monica clenches her jaw and squeezes her eyes shut as she prepares for what is to come next.

Quickly, eagerly, with no restraint or thought towards Monica's comfort at all, William sinks his fangs into her. She screams, the pain ripping through her entire body as she can feel her blood draining from her neck as William suckles at her.

As she feels her strength draining from her quickly she merely groans softly in protest. Each pint of blood flows from her veins into his mouth significantly. Her heart beat increases as it expedites the blood flow in her body to make up for the apparent loss of blood. Each beat of her heart causes her to flinch with pain at first, but then Belle moves a hand over her breast, pinching her nipple softly: The stimulation, plus William pressing up so close against her, his hot breath on her neck, washes a strange sensation over her body... Oh god... Some part of him is still William right? She can't help it, she still loves him, and she has never been this close to him: Its like their bodies are melding, her blood sustaining him. Her groans of protest soon turn into moans of pleasure as with each beat of her heart a jolt of hot pleasure ripples though her body.

"That's enough William," Belle coos as she breaths her warm breath into Monica's ear, "I know you don't want to kill her."

William only shakes his head, his fangs still attached to Monica's neck. He grunts, squeezes his eyes shut, he doesn't seem to have the willpower to stop.

Belle giggles, "Oh I forgot how irresistible that first drink was." She grabs William's head and wrenches him off, he falls to the floor sprawling. 

Monica squirms out of Belle's grasp and drops to her knees at his side, "William!" He lays on the floor, eyes closed, twitching a bit.

"So you love him every bit as much as he loves you I see," Belle chuckles. "See, what a gift I have bestowed upon you! Now you can be with him forever!"

Monica cannot believe she is hearing this, despite the pleasure still irradiating in her body, clouding her mind, she knows what just happened was wrong. "You made him into a monster!"

Belle sighs as she rolls her eyes, "Monster! Monster! Monster!" With a high pitched squeal she imitates Monica. "How sick of that word I grow!" She begins to pace, "Were really no different from you Monica, we just need blood to stay alive. Is that wrong? To want to live?"

"And you kill us mortals to get it," Monica glares up at Belle as she softly strokes William's forehead.

"And how are you any different? You kill us merely for existing! And where has it gotten you, hmm? You can't even be with the man you love..."

"Stop it," Monica groans as she holds a hand to her neck, throbbing pain remains there. She removes the hand only to see it covered in her own blood.

"He cracked, as I tortured him, hurt him, and he told me about you and Samantha," Belle laughs, and anger rips through Monica as she begins to fumble across the black floor for the dagger. "Then, as I put my hand on his throat, ready to snap his neck, he begged me. Imagine my surprise though: He didn't beg for his own life like so many others before him. No, he begged for YOUR life," she pauses. "Please, don't kill her," she imitates him sarcastically, much the same way she just imitated Monica.

Monica can't find the dagger, what little light allows her to see is too blurred by her own tears welling up in her eyes. Belle's words move her to stroking William's hair, then kissing him softly on the forehead.

"It impressed me, I could see how much he loved you. I wanted to bring you two together, so I made him a vampire," Belle grins, all too impressed with her 'kindness'.

"You mean rip us apart!" Monica wails.

"After he became a vampire, he told me all about you two. How you would steal looks at him, then blush and avert your eyes when he caught you staring. How he hungered for you for so long, but how he could not have you. He told me about the church, how it forbid you two being together. Don't you see," she pauses, "this is the only way you two can finally be together."

"No..." Monica protests, tears welling up in her eyes. But she can't help but think that the vampire, Belle, is right. Perhaps her mind is still foggy, but William is a vampire now, if she returns to the church the Father would simply force her to kill William. That's exactly how they would repay a life of faithful service to the church, denying her her love, and then forcing her to kill him. Perhaps, instead, if she let Belle change her, then she could be with him forever...

She gazes lovingly into William's blood red eyes now as they flutter open, he stares back up at her lovingly, his eyes seeming to plead Belle's cause to her. He rests a hand on her check, over the, now healing, scratch he inflicted upon her.

Monica cannot help herself, passionately, forcefully, she plants her lips to William's and kisses him furiously. She can taste her own blood still lining his mouth: its horrible, iron, yuck! Yet, she doesn't care, it feels too good to finally have their tongues dueling in an erotic dance of desire.

He pulls her on top of him, his arms wrapped around her midriff. She falls onto him daintily, still kissing him, biting his lower lip softly. She could scarcely believe this: Just hours ago she was fantasizing about him as she had a hundred times before, and now she was actually getting to live out her dreams.

She breaks off her kiss, sitting up, and then wriggling out of her leather jacket and pulling off her black top. William grins up at her, moving his warm hands slowly up her stomach, then removing her bra. Monica helps him to slide it off, eager to feel his hands on her breasts. His hands cup her breasts, softly fondling her aureola, and gently pinching her nipples. They begin to harden with the electricity of his satisfying touch.

Meanwhile, she unbuttons his shirt, exposing his bare, hairy, manly chest. She runs her hands along his chest, up and down, savoring the feel of his toned muscles. She instinctively digs her nails into his chest as his claws pinch at her nipples, the thin barrier between pleasure and pain being torn blissfully.

She drops atop him again, taking his hair into both of her hands, hungrily lapping at his lips. She moans as his hands move to her buttocks, squeezing them firmly. He moves his hand under her pants, running his claws along the skin of her ass, scratching at her, almost breaking the skin.

Monica moves her lips to his chest, kissing, biting, and licking her way down his firm muscles. She grasps at the tent forming in his pants, eagerly unbuttoning the prison of fabric and undoing the zipper. She yanks his pants and briefs off, exposing his swelling cock. She licks her lips as she gazes upon it. The swelling cock of the man she loves: She has never seen anything more beautiful in her whole life.

She takes his shaft into her hand, stroking it softly, and enjoying the noises that her gentle touch forces from William's lips. She bites down on her lip softly as she strokes him quicker in response to his cooing of sheer ecstasy. Slowly she moves her head into towards his swollen member, then seductively licks him from the base of his cock all the way to the tip.

William cries out with pleasure, then unable to contain himself anymore, lunges his back from the cold, stone floor, and throws himself on-top of Monica. Monica yelps with surprise as he claws at her pants, tearing at them so impatiently he shreds at them. Monica giggles as she helps him get her pants off, and then her panties following after.

Curiously he gazes at her moistening nether-lips, both of them still virgins in their late twenties, thanks to the church of courser. He explores her, hungry to know her every curve and fold. He spreads her lips with two fingers, and licks gently around the inside of her labia. Monica wails at his touch, being brought to new heights of ecstasy that she simply was unable to reach on her own fantasies.

Gingerly, he sticks a finger into her depths, twirling it around inside of her. Monica's muscles instinctively clench down upon the intrusion. William grins widely, spreading the hood over her clitoris now, then teasingly licking her most sensitive of spots.

Monica cries out again, "Oh god William, Fuck me!"

William doesn't hesitate: Forcefully he grabs Monica's legs, yanking them apart, and positions himself over her. Grasping his cock he guides it deftly into Monica's waiting nether-lips. Monica groans with pleasure as he slowly pushes into her, inch by inch. Monica's mind goes wild with pleasure, never before as she felt so full, so satisfied. Her fingers could never do this...

He pushes softly on her hymen, and a jolt of pain rips through her body. She wails, but this only drives him on: With one last thrust he rips through her. William grunts as Monica instinctively squeezes down on his cock, he can't believe how good her pussy feels: So warm, so moist, so deep...

Slowly he begins to gyrate on her, pounding her slowly. He begins to lick at her neck, then pulling himself away, fearing the temptation to bite her again. He knows that if he sucks at her blood he will not be able to stop as before.

Belle smiles down at the couple, uniting now in the beauty of boundless pleasure. She can see the pain in William's face, the desire to drink her to death. It would be cruel to keep Monica in this state: It is time to change her.

Belle bites down on her wrist hard, puncturing her own veins, causing her blood to drip out. She holds it over Monica's mouth, "Drink my love."

Monica, partially snapping back to reality, tries to squirm her head away from Belle's wrist, "No!" Blood dribbles onto her cheek as she tries to avoid the little beads of red blood.

"It is the only way you can be with him forever," Belle whispers softly into her ear. William continues to pound into her rhythmically, each jolt sending Monica's mind further into a fog of ecstasy. He pushes her legs even further apart to enter her more deeply, pushing the tip of his cock against her cervix now, and Monica's mind fades completely into the pleasure.

She sticks out her tongue towards the dribbling blood, eager to catch it, to embrace her new life with William. Belle brings her wrist down, and Monica lifts her head to attach her mouth to it hungrily.

She can't believe how good the blood tastes: Like the sweetest of the forbidden fruits... She sucks at it eagerly, unable to sate her new lust for Belle's blood. As she suckles the blood drains from Belle more quickly and soon Monica finds herself gulping it down by the pints.

Belle grimaces, but then grins as she secures her eternal hold over Monica. Now that Monica has the blood of a vampire flowing into her body, the only thing that remains is to finish draining her of her own mortal blood. Then she will die, and the change will be complete.

"Now, William, drink to your hearts content! Drink of her, and she will be yours forever!"

William hardly needs the invitation, with great relief he lets his fangs find their way to Monica's neck. He lashes onto her previous wound, and begins to drink from her once again. Her warm, sweet, blood gushes down his dry throat, wetting it, sating his thirst. He continues to pound into her most special of places, and thinks upon how he was never this satisfied with his old life.

The moment William's fangs sink into her throat, a great wave of pleasure rolls through her body, causing her nether-region to explode in the most powerful orgasm she has ever experienced. She arches her back and cries out in sheer joy, shaking and trembling wildly in William's tight embrace.

William, pounding her faster and faster, reacting to the obvious orgasm etched deeply into her face, cannot contain his own passion and feels his cock twitching as he cums his hot, sticky, seed into Monica's depths. Monica feels his juices mixing with her own deep inside of her, the sheer feel of his cum driving her even more wild with lust.




Hunted Ch. 03



William still drinks from her hungrily, unable to stop, knowing full well that she is dying. He grabs the side of her head to spread her neck further, to get the blood to flow faster as it begins to slow, Monica almost drained completely.

Monica stares up into nothingness, towards the ceiling. Waves of pleasure still rolling through her intensely. She feels so weak, and yet so strong at the same time. She feels so cold, and yet so warm. She can feel as Belle's blood moves into her bloodstream, the warmth slowly spreading from her heart.

Darkness invades her vision, and she knows that she is about to slip into a temporary state of death...

"Oh, Monica, I love you," William whispers into her ear as the darkness crawls across her vision from every angle.

"Oh William I..." she cannot finish the words as the darkness takes her and she slips away...

...Slips away into her new life.



Hunted Ch. 04



Disclaimer: Warning, this story is about Vampires! So, it contains scenes of MILD violence (fighting and swords and stuff), BDSM, and bloodplay. Some may find this to be an 'interesting' combination (I hope), while others may be offended by such things. If you are of the latter party, hit the back button on your browser now! If not: Read on and enjoy!



I groggily open my eyes as the plane begins its descent down into Venice. I stretch out my arms as I look out the window: The sun is just coming up over the horizon, painting a beautiful portrait of oranges and yellows in the sparkling, clear sky. I frown with disappointment. I had hoped to exact my vengeance upon Darrien during the nighttime. But I'm not sure I can wait as long as it would take for the sun to set now: how I stayed so patient during the plane ride is beyond me, really. Still, it wouldn't be very satisfying to just run a stake through his heart while he sleeps peacefully in his coffin.

At that thought, I can't help but chuckle: I always imagined Darrien enjoying his superiority over me. But he isn't the sharpest tool in the shed, obviously, giving me the ability to track him when his vampirism forces him into slumber every morning and all. Of course, I suppose I can't blame him for that blunder, the ability to track him must be an unexpected side effect of my unique abilities.

I don't know exactly what I am, but at least my special powers have always given me the edge: They have made me the best hunter in the church, saved my life, and the lives of others countless times, and now they have even given me the element of surprise over the most powerful foe I have ever faced.

I gaze upon my hand: At the moment, a black leather glove covers the rune he hypnotized me to carve into myself, still it's almost like I can feel it carved into the back of my hand as I look upon it. The nosferatu, Darrien, put this rune on me for a purpose: So that he can track me anywhere in the world. But what he must not have known was that I was special, something more than an average human, and that gave me the power to sense him in the same way he could me. I'm positive that he doesn't know of this fact.

Still, if he can sense my presence, he no doubt knows by now that I am coming for him. If I were to exact my vengeance tonight after the sun went down as I plan to, then getting the jump on him will prove impossible.

So, it's to be either a very one sided fight, or a fair fight and nothing in between. A fair fight it would be then, and Darrien would learn that I'm not some weak little girl, but a dangerous hunter not to be trifled with. The thought brings a wide grin to my face, good thing William and Monica don't see it.

As the plane touches the ground though, something sudden and horrible causes the smirk to fall right off my face: Darrien vanishes. One moment I can sense his presence in the very city itself, the next it's gone. My first thought is that his presence vanishes as the sun goes down and he sleeps, but this is the first time since that fateful night that I can't feel him, and several days have come and gone, so if that were true this wouldn't be the first time I lost him. I frown, there is only one possibility: He knows I can sense him afterall, and he has cut the link between us in the case I decided to opt for that more one sided fight I had considered. I concentrate on the direction I felt him last, but I know it's useless. I only knew a general direction: The strength of his presence measured his distance from me, but I had not been this close to him since the link was created. The city would be too large to search for him, and I'm sure he has hidden his resting place well. I'll never find him before sun up.

Good thing I prefer a fair fight anyway, I think as I look over to William and Monica. They are deeply entranced in some conversation with each other, one I do not hear as my mind is elsewhere, obviously. Okay, semi-fair fight: Bringing William and Monica can probably be considered a bit of a cheat. But the words of the vampire from that club, 'Le Nosferatu' haunt me still: Darrien is a Nosferatu, the most powerful kind of vampire, I can't be too careful when dealing with him. William and Monica are two of the hunter's best archers, they will be my ace in the hole. If I hide them in a sniper position, and then lure Darrien into their sights, he won't know what hit him.

Already, the plans begin to hatch in my mind. I will spend the day scoping out the perfect place. Somewhere dark, somewhere secluded, and somewhere the perfect vantage points. I grin, a part of me is giddy...

A larger part of me, however, ties a knot in my stomach. I can't help but remember the last time I went head to head with Darrien. I'd been so powerless against him: He had caught me off guard and beat me. He drank my blood, hypnotized me, forced me to mutilate myself and carve this awful rune into myself, and... My throat is suddenly very dry, and I swallow back some saliva to sate the itch: He did so much more than that.

The plane slows to a halt and the pilots voice echoes over the speakers, but all I hear is muffled by my thoughts are thousands of miles away. Images of that night flash in my mind: I can see the moon baring down upon me. I can feel the cool water on my naked flesh. I feel his body pressing against mine, his manhood pressing into the small of my back. I see the moonlight glimmer off his fangs as he lies over me, and then I can feel the pain tear through my neck as he sinks them into my skin...

"Samantha?" Monica's voice brings me crashing back to reality. "You okay?"

"Yes, oh-of course," I frantically re-compose myself, "I'm just a bit tired, it was a long flight." I can feel the arteries in my cheeks beating softly, I am sure they turn a rosey red, flushed. I squirm my thighs, a bit of wetness seeping there. I shake my head, anger welling up: I can't let my baser instincts get the better of me. He will pay for what he has done.

I can see everyone is undoing their seat belts, getting up, and fumbling in the overhead compartments for their luggage. It is time to disembark. I look out the window and sigh, for better or for worse, tonight will be the night I've settled this... Once and for all...

* * *

I admire the lobby of our hotel once again, fancy but not overly so: The stairs and elevator sit directly across from the entrance, the check in counter tucked away, a little too claustrophobic for the people working back there, to the right. The lighting is a bit dim, the walls a deep mahogany, the carpet a checkered red and gray. A lovely chandelier hangs over a quaint seating area.

I sigh as I gaze at the elevator. The doors spring open and people step out casually. None of them are Monica.

William can see my impatience written all over my face, obviously, "She'll be here, just be patient for a moment."

THAT is something I simply can't bring myself to do... I have had to be patient all day waiting for the sun to set by tailing after William and Monica as they insisted on touring Venice a little, 'We are here, we may as well,' Monica had said. I had sated my impatience by scoping out the perfect location to confront Darrien at least. But then we had to rest up for the confrontation tonight. I hadn't really been able to sleep much either, my stomach was, and still is, tied into a thousand knots. I can't seem to figure out if I'm excited or petrified with terror...

Now the sun is setting rapidly, and Darrien will awake soon. I can only imagine as soon as he wakes I'll be able to sense his location once again, or at least I hope so. If I can't feel him, but he can still feel me, then he's the one that's going to get the jump on me as opposed to it being the other way around like I had planned. That thought makes me try and swallow back a sudden dryness in my throat, and I

look at William nervously: I really hope I didn't bring Monica and him here just to die in a ill-begotten attempt to redeem myself against this vampire.

He had implied that I had let him defeat me... To USE me... I couldn't stand for that! I have to show him that I'm not some weak little floozy. I am a hunter, adopted and raised into the life, I am strong, I am fast, and no vampire can stand against me.

'Admit it: You want this! You have always wanted this!' his words echo in my memory.

No... He was wrong! Right...?

I mean: Sure, my heart aches for a man, someone to hold me, to cuddle up with me on cold nights. What woman wouldn't? The other hunters never really trusted me, Davik in particular. They don't see me as another human being, but as some creature that masquerades as one of their own. I can read their distrustful stares easily. None of them certainly look at me the way that William looks at Monica: Adoration, lust, maybe even love... But none of that means I crave a vampire: A creature! An abomination of god!

Besides, I am a member of the church, romance is against our code, it is forbidden. I have been raised not to desire such thi-

I don't have the time to complete that thought: 

Darrien awakes, and just as I expected, I can sense him. And it's obvious he can sense me too because he's heading right for me... Fast!

William notices my suddenly anxious expression, "What is it, Samantha?"

"He's coming right for us!" Despite the fact I have already explained to William about my ability to sense Darrien (leaving out 'unimportant' details as to why of course), he looks shocked.

My mind races: I simply can't confront Darrien here, there are too many innocent people about. Sure, Darrien IS a vampire, and vampires prefer to hide their existence. But, at the speed he's coming for me, I can't be assured that would deter him at all. For all I know he'll kill everybody, and then burn down the hotel to hide the evidence! I grab William's arm and start dragging him towards the door.

"Wait! What about Monica?"

Oh right... I shoot an anxious look towards the elevator: Still nothing. Meanwhile, Darrien is approaching too quickly, he'll be here in mere minutes. I've never felt his presence so strongly! I can even feel his emotions now, a new quirk to the rune: He's...excited? Yes, I can feel his blood lust. That convinces me...

"No time!" I shout and yank him out the front door.

A humid night air washes over me as I burst into the streets of Venice. The sun has set now, and the moon hangs high in the sky... II quickly recall the location of my ambush spot and start running for it.

William follows closely behind me, as I run at a more human pace, glancing back nervously every so often towards the hotel. He's obviously concerned about ditching Monica. 

Eventually he writes her off, muttering under his breath, "Well, at least she will be safe this way."

We duck down a dark back alley and into an open area walled off behind a few buildings.

"William, take your crossbow, get onto that roof, and wait for my signal," I nod towards the slightly taller of the ancient Venice buildings.

"What about you?"

"He's after me, and he doesn't know you're here. I'll buy you time while you line up a shot," I explain hastily, pushing him towards the building.

He seems unsatisfied with my plan, but agrees nonetheless, turning about and making a dash for the building. I sigh a little, with relief: I don't have the time to argue with him right now.

I turn to face the direction from which Darrien approaches. He's slowed down now, very close, he senses that I've stopped to make my final stand, and his excitement level is peaking. I take a deep breath, drop my bag on the ground, open it up, and pull out my sword. I draw it from its scabbard, my hands shaking.

Calm down girl: You can do this! You were born to do this! He's just another vampire: A really strong, really fast, really powerful vampire... Oh god!

I try to focus myself, holding my blade vertically before me. But then I hear his footsteps ahead, echoing in the stillness of the night, and my concentration shatters. My body shakes against my will as he steps out from the darkness in front of me.

"Ah, hunter girl, so you have come to me at last," he grins at me.

I steel myself as much as I can as I look upon him. My memory of him was clear indeed. His tall stature, his rippling muscles, and his piercing blue eyes are exactly as I remember. His eyes... Oh, god! Quickly I avert my eyes to the ground: I can't let him hypnotize me with those eyes again.

"You've come to fight then?" he refers to me holding my blade steadily before me. "I thought we had moved past such conflict. Though, I must compliment you: I desire the hunt, and you do not disappoint."

"Well the hunter is about to become the hunted," I do my best to crack a cocky grin, but I'm sure it looks as insincere as it feels.

He chuckles, baring his fangs a little, their sheer whiteness glares brilliantly thanks to what little moonlight leaks into this alley. "You cannot lie to me, hunter girl, I can feel your fear as plainly as I can see it." Oh god, I think I would've preferred he not answered that unasked question.

I say nothing, I simply grip the hilt the sword as tightly as I can.

"Very well, I shall enjoy this. But before we begin, tell me one thing?"

I raise an eyebrow, intrigued: What could he possibly want to know? If I have any veins that could feed him faster?

"What is your name, hunter girl?"

I peer at him suspiciously, trying to understand why that information would be important to a vampire. I always assumed they just referred to us by our blood type... "My name is Samantha," I mutter.

"Ah, Samantha," he closes his eyes and inhales sharply, probably taking in my scent. "Very well, let's begin." And with that, he dashes at me quickly, much more quickly than I was anticipating in fact and I'm caught off guard as he rams a fist into my stomach. I hunch over, winded, coughing, as he grabs my hair and twists it forcefully. He bends my neck sharply and bares his fangs: He's going straight for the prize!

I manage to find the strength to fight back however, and I swing my sword up at him. He just barely dodges back. The adrenaline starts pumping through my veins and I find the courage to stop quivering like a child.

He laughs, and I get angry. I swing my sword furiously at him, but he just keeps dancing around my blade. "This is more like it Samantha! Don't hold back, set your emotions free," he taunts me as he draws a sword of his own just in time to parry one of my strikes.

"Oh, just shut up and die," I continue swinging my sword at him furiously. He deflects my blows effortlessly and then returns them, striking at me hard and fast. Struggling, I block his shots and then counterattack. It goes back and forth like this for what seems like an eternity, but I'm sure very little time actually passes. The two of us are moving so quickly that any human eye would have trouble following us and therefore we get many shots at each in quick succession. I just have to hold off long enough for William to get to the sniper perch...

We strike at each other simultaneously and our blades lock together as each push as hard as we can against the other. We both grunt and groan as we struggle. With a great heave I shove him back and he stumbles a bit, his blade lowering. This is my chance! I swing my sword horizontally at him, but he just barely regains his balance in time and hops back. Nevertheless, I cut him across the chest, a thin cut that breaches his vest and barely slices into his skin.

He fumbles a hand across his chest as he retreats back to the other side of the alley, laughing, "Impressive!" His laughter is one part hysterical, as it is one part cocky: I think he barely believes that I actually nicked him. I grin, my confidence building: My breathing may be heavy, my muscles may be sore, and he is starting to wear me down, but I can do this... I can beat him!

"Let us end this, shall we?" he raises his blade at me, staring me down from across the back-alley clearing.

"Yes, let's end this," I smirk as I raise my blade in synchronization with him. 

We run at each other quickly, almost as though we were jousting like medieval knights. He swings his blade down at me, and I bring mine up to parry: This is it! I can do this!

No!!!... Our blades meet with such force that my mind only registers a loud clang, and then a sound that I can only describe as both sheering metal and shattering glass! My sword splinters into a thousand pieces as he moves his own blade effortlessly through it and continues vertically down upon me. I just barely manage to jump aside, dodging the deadly slice as I sprawl out on the ground.

And before I have time to react he's on top of me: He grabs my arms and wrestles them them together, switching to keeping them locked together with one hand and grabbing my throat with the other. I struggle beneath him to try and kick him off me, but he keeps my legs intertwined with his. It's no use, he's too strong! I feel like a meek little girl futility struggling against him, and so I go limp in his grasp, surrendering...

I have only one hope right now: William. In fact, if he's had enough time to get to the roof, as I instructed him, then he has the perfect shot! "William, now!" I scream out, despite my vocal chords fighting against the cold, firm hand pressing down on my throat.

Nothing... 

I had hoped a miraculous arrow would sail down from the rooftop and penetrate Darrien's heart. But there is no arrow, only silence, until...

Darrien begins to laugh, "You really think you were the only one clever enough to bring allies, do you not? Did you really think I was alone here? I have an entire coven of vampires!" I only stare up at him, my eyes wide with terror at the thought of what he is suggesting. "William cannot save you now, I am sure by now he is much too busy dealing with my Belle."

I begin my struggles anew: I've got to escape, I've got to help William! But Darrien still has me firmly pinned down. Panic wells up in my chest as my breathing becomes rapid. "Shh," Darrien grins down at me, enjoying this far too much. He leans in close to look me intensely in the eyes, and I realize he is trying to hypnotize me again. I shake my head quickly from side to side to fight against the grasp he has on my throat, trying desperately to avoid looking into his eyes. His hand moves up to my chin, wrenching my face in line with his and I can't help but catch a glimpse of his bright, glowing eyes. Sadly, a glimpse is all it takes and I can't seem to escape his gaze. As I stare into the beautiful blue pools that are his brilliantly gleaming irises I feel myself calm down, the panic seeps away slowly and my struggles relax. "Sleep, Samantha," he whispers, and darkness begins to invade my vision. I feel myself slipping away into unconsciousness, but I just can't bring myself to care.

The last thing I see before I fall into a deep slumber are those eyes, glowing defiantly in utter darkness...

* * *

I awake later, dazed. My eyes flutter open and a soft moan escapes my lips, my body still feels deeply relaxed, despite a warm, tingling pain radiating through my arms. It takes a few moments to realize they are bound above me, suspending me from the ceiling. A cold chill runs across my skin, and I realize I am completely naked. My head bobs as I groan, I feel so dizzy...

I try to take in my surroundings, but I can't see anything, the room is pitch black. I struggle against my bonds, but my body feels so weak and I can do little more than rattle my chains a little. The sound stirs up someone and I can hear movement,

"Well, well, well, our little princess is awake." The voice is female, and very familiar, and despite being so close I just can't see from who it originates.

Another voice, male, also familiar, "Can we drink her now, I can't stand waiting!"




Hunted Ch. 04



We arrived back at camp and overheard Cody talking, and saw him standing there, chewing out Steve. He sounded mad. "So you let him go out alone, you-" he paused, probably trying to think of a good insult. "-you plug. How many times have I gotta tell you things before you actually listen?" 

Steve replied. "Oh come on! He'll be fine. What's gonna happen to him?" 

"I'll tell you what's gonna happen. You, are gonna go and find him." 

"Alright, let me get this straight. You, want me, to go out, alone, to find Nick, who's also alone, when none of us are supposed to be out alone in the first place. Yeah, that really makes sense, doesn't it, Cody?"

At this point, Liv and I stepped into view. Cody noticed us and said, "Nate told us you were going for a walk. I just sent Nick out to find you. And dumbass here, let him go out alone, as you probably heard." He turned to Steve and said, "You can take one of these two with you."

He groaned and said, "I'd rather go out alone."

I replied, "I'll go find him. Leave Steve here. He's done enough damage for one day." I turned and started walking back the other way.

Liv said, "Wait! You're not going out there alone. I'm coming with you." She ran to catch up with me, taking my hand.

Cody said, "Thanks guys. See you soon!" and led Steve back to the fire.

Liv had apparently forgotten all about Steve and this morning. She seemed much happier and back to her wild self. We were just chatting about random topics and enjoying ourselves. She suddenly turned around and pushed me against a tree and started attacking my lips with ridiculous ferocity. I was surprised but didn't resist, and was soon kissing back. She pulled away and frowned and said, "Did you feel that?"

"What?"

"It felt like a raindrop just hit me on the head." She frowned and looked up. She must have noticed something in the tree, because she said, "Give me a boost. I think I see something in those branches." I still had no idea what she was talking about, but I kneeled and gave her 10 fingers (To boost her up, not the way you're thinking of! She's not that loose!). I got a great view of her ass. She paused and said, "There's definitely something up here. It looks like-HOLY SHIT!!" she screamed, jumping down with a look of horror. "IT'S NICK! HE'S DEAD! HIS BODY'S UP THERE! WE NEED HELP! NOW!" she turned and took off in the direction of the camp, still screaming her ass off. 

I wanted to follow, but I wanted to see for myself too. I got close to the tree and looked up. A drop of something warm and sticky hit my forehead (it just occurred to me how dirty that sounds. Sorry). I wiped it off and looked at it. And almost fainted. It was blood. "OH FUCK!" I said out loud, and took off after Liv. 

She was already talking to Cody, crying hysterically and rambling, when I got there. Cody was saying, "Calm down Liv! What happened?"

"He's dead! We stumbled onto his body! He's dead, hidden in a tree!" she shouted. 

Cody paused. "Wh-? Are you serious?" 

Liv's face told him the answer.

"All right." He grabbed a flashlight. "I'm gonna go look for myself. Where is he?" 

Liv shrieked, "NO! DON'T GO OUT THERE! WHATEVER KILLED HIM COULD STILL BE OUT THERE!" still crying and in hysterics. 

Cody bent down so he was at eye level with her (which wasn't much, considering he was only about 4 inches taller than her). "Liv. I'll be right back. Stay here with Matt. He'll watch over you. I'll be fine. Ok?" he got up and started walking in the direction we came from.

I stopped him. "Cody." He turned and I threw him my knife. "Be careful." He nodded and walked off into the darkness. Liv was still sobbing uncontrollably. I took her hand and led her over to the fire. We sat down. She buried her face in my shoulder and continued crying. I hugged her and tried unsuccessfully to calm her down multiple times, but the tears kept coming. Hard to believe she'd been horny and passionate with me only shortly before this. 

Cody returned about 20 minutes later, pale and with a look of horror on his face. "Shit. Something got him. Get everyone up. We need to check the traps." 

Everyone was up within the next 5 minutes. I gathered the 3 of them (Nate, Bre, and Steve) and told them about Nick. Nate and Bre were horrified. Steve joked, "He must've had to stick the knife pretty deep to get through all that fat."

Nate turned to him and said slowly, "Dude. The kid just died. It's not funny." He was right. He might have been annoying, but he was still a human being. But Steve didn't give a shit. I really wanted to punch him, both for trying to rape my girlfriend and for joking about Nick's death. I think Nate did too. 

Trying to check the traps was a pain in the dark. Nate set them off multiple times, just trying to find them. We finally finished and returned to camp. "The traps are good. We sharpened the spikes and rigged some logs to fall," Nate said to Cody. "No one's coming in through that way." 

There was silence until Bre spoke up. "We can't stay here. You do realize that, right?"

"Why? We have traps set up. He can't get close," Steve said.

"Isn't it obvious? He has a gun, so he doesn't need to. He can just pick us off. One by one. And he shot that bird onto our fire, so he obviously knows where we live. Wake up! We will die if we stay here." 

She was right. There was silence until I said, "Shit. You're right. We can't do anything right now though. We'll take shifts at standing guard. Two hours each. Ok? I'll take first watch. You can all decide who goes from there." They all agreed it would be Cody, followed by Bre, then Nate. They all went to sleep. I guessed it was about midnight. I tried sitting by the fire, but I was afraid of falling asleep on duty. And we all know what happens in the movies to everyone else when that one guy falls asleep on the job! I ended up standing near the fire, with Liv keeping me company. Ever since she found Nick's body, she'd turned into a fucking leech with me. Never more than an arm's length away from me. She kept saying something about protection and how defenseless she was. She was so wrong, easily the toughest girl I've ever known, both physically and mentally. 

Anyway, we were just standing there, talking about stuff when I realized I'd never got my knife back from Cody. That's when I heard a voice say, "Looking for this?" We spun around and saw Steve standing there, holding the knife with a smirk on his face.

I instantly went on alert and said, "Yeah, I am. Can I have it?"

Steve looked from the knife to me several times and said, "Nah. I don't think so."

I sighed. "Don't be a dick. Come on, give me the knife." 

He came closer, an evil smile across his face. "Ok," and slashed at me, missing. I dodged, falling over in the process and lying there helplessly, and Liv screamed. He stood over me with that smile. "You should have let me take your girlfriend yesterday." With that, he brought the knife down, attempting to gut me. 

I reached up and grabbed his arm, pulling him down until he was inches away. I sneered and said, "Just like 7th grade, huh?" and spat in his face. He recoiled and dropped the knife. I reached out and caught it, jumping up. He was bent over, trying to wipe my spit off his face. I kicked the back of his knee, bringing him down. I grabbed him by the hair and held the knife to his throat, breathing hard. Slowly, I grabbed Steve by the back of the neck and held his face close to the fire, making it slowly burn him, and making him yell in pain from the heat. I snarled, "You have no idea how much I want to shove your face into this." Liv had just stood there, watching in horror. I said to Steve, "You just don't know when to fucking quit, do you? You're not having her." 

He looked at me with a grin, ignoring the intense heat, "Watch me," and elbowed me in the balls. I dropped the knife and fell over, yelling in agony. He grabbed the knife and stood up. "Guess what? You're gonna watch as I screw your girlfriend. Nice. And. Slow." The fucker laughed and turned to her. 

Liv looked terrified as he approached, licking his lips. She unknowingly backed up into a tree, cornered. Now she was screwed. Steve raised the knife and started cutting off her tank top. She screamed and tried to fight unsuccessfully. Steve had cut up to about half an inch above her bellybutton when out of nowhere, WHAM! Cody tackled him, diving like a fucking linebacker. Steve went down with no resistance. Cody grabbed the knife and tossed it to Liv, who held it, still trembling. 

But Cody wasn't done with him yet. He literally grabbed Steve around the neck and pulled him to his feet, before punching him. Cody wasn't the tallest kid around, but he had surprising arm strength. He twisted Steve's arm behind his back and said, "No more fighting. Alright?" Steve refused to stop and struggled. Cody twisted his arm even further, making Steve cry out in pain, "Alright, alright! I'm done! Let go!" Cody finally released him and threw him to the ground. Then he turned to me and offered me his hand, helping me up. "You ok?" he asked. 

"I'm fine," I said, stumbling and grabbing my balls in pain. Cody quickly put my arm around his shoulder and helped me over to the fire, sitting me down on a log. Liv followed, still holding the knife. Steve stayed where he was on the ground. Cody walked over to the rain catcher and scooped some water up in a makeshift cup, actually a hollowed out piece of wood, and came back, handing it to me. I drained it and sat there, breathing hard and still in pain. Cody sat across from me and looked at me. "Are you two ok? I woke up to take my shift and saw that asshole attacking you," he sighed and looked over at Steve with intense dislike. 

Liv sighed and said, "I'm alright. Thank God you stopped him." She looked down at her mutilated tank top and continued, "Fuck. I liked this tank top. Oh well." She took the knife and cut the whole lower section of it off, turning it into a cutoff shirt/tank top, exposing her stomach and bellybutton piercing.

I wolf whistled and said, "That would be so hot if that jackass hadn't started the job." Liv smiled and Cody laughed. 

Cody got up and said, "Could I have the part you just cut off?"

Liv frowned but handed it over, asking, "I guess so. Why?"

He replied, "You'll see in a second." He turned to Steve, "Hey asshole! Come over here." Steve frowned but got up and came over. Cody grabbed his arms and swiftly tied them together.

Steve noticed too late and said, "Hey! It's too tight!"

"Shut up!" Cody snarled. "Do I look like I give a fuck? After what you did, you should be glad I'm not gagging you too." He finished and let go. "Now get out of my sight before I change my mind." He turned to us. "You guys should go to bed. I mean the sleeping and resting kind, not the type you have in mind, Liv!" he smiled at her. "Go on. I'll finish your watch and take mine."

"Thanks man. Appreciate it," I said. Liv handed him the knife as I walked to our shelter, trying to hide the pain of my balls, with her in pursuit. I gave in upon entering the lean-to and collapsed on the ground, holding them. "There's nothing worse than a cheap shot to the balls," I groaned, crossing my legs and holding them tighter.

Liv stood there, watching with sympathy on her face before laying down facing me. "Aw, I hate seeing you in pain. Want me to kiss it better?" she asked, half seriously and half seductively, before adding with a wink, "Or in this case, suck it better?" She honestly had a bigger sex drive than me sometimes.

"No, that's ok. I'm tired and in pain. A simple kiss goodnight is enough." 

She looked surprised, "You're actually saying no to one of my blowjobs? Wow. I'm impressed. You're showing restraint. Either that or it really hurts."

I smiled weakly. "It's a bit of both. It's a constant dull ache that will not go away. It's a lot like blue balls. Not that you've given me them before. Fuck, it's painful!" 

She nodded and smiled. "I'm not that type of girl. Especially not to my boyfriend. And definitely not after you just saved my ass from Steve. Twice!" she sighed and continued, "I understand. Goodnight," she pecked me on the lips. However, I wanted more. I pulled her in and started tonguing her. She was surprised but returned the kiss. She slowly reached down and started stroking and rubbing my cock and balls through my pants. I moaned softly as she broke off the kiss. "Aww, does that feel good?" she breathed, before resuming the kiss. The stroking got faster and harder. I bit my lip and squirmed as I came violently in my pants. She obviously felt it and smiled. "That's my boy. Not feeling a mouth right now? Just a hand?"

I smiled and whispered, "I never said I wasn't horny, did I?"

"When are you not? Honestly," she laughed and rolled over on top of me so we were at eye level, and stroked my hair. "Feeling better? The pain's gone?"

I nodded and yawned. "I'm tired now. Thanks babe. That really helped. Night. Love ya." 

She leaned in and kissed me goodnight. "Goodnight." She was soon asleep. She was still lying on top of me, with her head on my chest. I smiled, feeling and listening to her steadily breathing and was soon asleep too, my aching balls gone.

To be continued in part 5, when the body count starts racking up...



Hunted Ch. 04



The female voice speaks again, a deep yearning apparent in her tone, "She smells sooooooooo good, please!"

"Not yet, my children, if we drain her now, Darrien will kill us for sure," a third disembodied voice answers the first two, this one also female, but this one not familiar to me.

I hear the strike of a match, and a tiny flame sparks into existence. A moment later it is used to light a lantern and the room lights up. I gasp at the horrible sight before me: Standing before me are three vampires, one I do not recognize, holding the lantern, but the other two are William and Monica!

I am completely speechless as I stare at them, the horror apparent in my eyes I am sure. I can do nothing but begin to sob uncontrollably. 

"Oh, don't cry, Sammy," Monica coos, "we're so much happier now."

"I'm...I'm so sorry," I whimper, tears streaking down my face. What have I done? Because of my cockiness, because of my arrogance, because I underestimated Darrien, I dragged poor William and Monica into this fight, and look what became of them. This was my fight, I never should have brought them. They don't deserve this.

The nameless vampire sets down the lantern, and draws much too close to me for comfort. She leans in towards my neck, and I flinch. She takes a deep breath, sniffing me deeply. She pauses, and then moans long and softly.

"You DO smell good, I suppose I can understand why Darrien favors you after all." 

She leans in close whispers softly, her breath icy in my ear, "But Darrien is MINE, and so you must die."

Despite her earnest threat, I just hang limply. I'm not sure I care what this vampire does with me, I'm so ashamed: Oh William... Monica...

"But, that can wait," she sneers and steps back. Then she turns to William and Monica, "you two, go fetch our master, I am sure he will be pleased to know his guest is awake." They both stare at me with a look of... ugh... longing, then exit the room. The unknown vampire just watches me hang limply, grinning at me with a smirk I'd very much enjoy wiping off her face if I had the energy or care to do so.

It feels like an eternity of her staring at me before the door to my prison chamber clunks open again, I don't even bother to look up to see who enters the room: I already know it's Darrien.

"You may leave us, Belle," he commands the suddenly no longer nameless vampire. Belle shoots a harsh look towards him as she sets down the lantern and moves for the door, Darrien only returns it with cool impassiveness. 

When the door to my prison crashes shut behind her, Darrien looks upon me with a grin. As his eyes move up and down my bare skin, I suddenly feel very aware of just how naked I am chained up and helpless for Darrien's viewing pleasure. I try to put on a brave face, but I can't help trembling, I'm completely vulnerable: I'm still much too weak to escape my bonds. He can do whatever he wishes with my bare and suspended form.

He runs a cold hand down my body, and I tremble at his touch. 

"This look suits you hunter," he teases. I hang my head, avoiding his gaze: I'm too ashamed of myself, the guilt of William and Monica's fate hanging over my head. He places a hand on my breast and kneads it softly,

"Do not be discouraged, Sam, I promise you will enjoy this."

"Just kill me," I mumble under my breath.

He flicks at my nipple with a finger and I flinch at the sensation, "Do you not remember our first night together? Your cries of passion as I took your virginity? Your writhing in pleasure as we made love in the moonlight?" The memories race back to me once again and, in my mind's eye, I can see the moon hanging over me as I lay in the grass. Darrien on top of me, his glowing blue eyes staring into me intensely. My body trembles as I remember the feeling of his fingers stroking my nether-lips and his fangs piercing the vein of my neck.

He chuckles as my breath quickens, I think I might actually be blushing. 

"Besides, killing you would be such a waste," he says as he leans in towards my neck, sniffing at it like a hungry dog looking for table-scraps. I tilt my head away as I murmur, unintentionally giving him easier access. I squeeze my eyes shut, anticipating the jolt of pain when Darrien sinks his fangs into my soft neck.

"It is not just the taste of you," he exhales sharply, his cold breath on my neck, baring his fangs as they draw very close to my skin. "You intrigue me, I have never encountered a mortal like you before in all my long un-life," he pulls away. 

He moves his hands around me and down to my ass, squeezing my butt-cheeks firmly, fondling them roughly. "You're an enigma, and I yearn to know every part of you," he chuckles as I grimace and groan.

He moves a finger into the cleft of my ass, and pokes gently at my rosebud there. I cry out meekly and he chuckles again. He moves down, running his hands along my hips, then to my thighs. He sniffs at my crotch, and I catch myself biting down on my lip. He moves a finger to my nether-lips, gingerly rubbing them. I moan quietly and struggle against my bonds once again futilely, the chains jingle as my suspended body sways a little. He wraps an arm firmly around my waist to still my movements as he pokes a finger into my pussy. I yelp slightly, trembling, and he kisses at my naval, running his tongue downwards.

"Please, no, stop!" my moans betraying my words.

He pulls his finger out of me and shows the wetness soaked upon it, "I think stopping is the last thing you wish, hunter girl." His tongue resumes its journey down my skin, and stops at my nether-lips. I hold my breath as he pauses, and my body jolts as he firmly parts my pussy-lips with his fingers and roughly shoves his tongue into my folds. I moan louder now as he laps at my juices. Despite how cold his tongue feels inside me, a warmth quickly spreads from my womanhood, down my legs, and up over my stomach. 

I gasp as he lifts the hood over my clitoris and laps at my most sensitive spot deftly. My breathing quickly turns to panting, and shameful moans escape my lips as every nerve in my body tingles. With one hand he grabs my leg and hooks it over his shoulders, with the other he pokes a finger at my asshole again. My body twitches involuntarily at the sensation and a long, loud moan finds its way from my throat. 

I throw my head back, my eyes squeezed shut: Again, Darrien has defeated me. Again the vampire forces himself upon me, having his way with my body as he pleases. But I just can't bring myself to care... It feels too good!

He continues to work my pussy expertly, my body responds more and more, the sensations growing deeper and deeper. I can feel my orgasm drawing close, I cry, "Nooooooooo!" He sinks his fangs into my thigh, and a jolt of both pain and intense pleasure jumps across every nerve in my body simultaneously. Just like that my body stiffens at the sensation of exploding in orgasm. My blood gushes from my artery, sating his lust for blood, and my cum seeps from my pussy, sating his lust for pleasure. My body trembles wildly as he continues to drink from me, the orgasm continuing to shoot waves of rapture through my body for what seems like forever. My screams of passion echo in my small dungeon loudly.

"Did you enjoy that, my precious little slave?" he withdraws his fangs from my thigh and licks at them hungrily as my cumming slows. I barely hear him over the loud ringing in my head and my panting. The waves of pleasure fade slowly as my juices run down my leg, mixing with a little bit of dripping blood from the wound his sharp fangs left behind.

He gives me too little time to recover however as he slides out of his pants and plunges his swollen cock into my soaked nether-lips. I cry out, my eyes wide as his now warm phallus throbs deeply inside me. He grabs my ass firmly with one hand and digs his claws into my back with the other, then he begins to slowly, but steadily, pump in and out of me. My wetness lubricates his entry and he pounds me hard, entering me a little deeper each time. My legs, moving independent of any free will I have left at this point, wrap around him tightly, pulling him in closer with each thrust, allowing him deeper access to my innermost folds.

He grabs at my breast and begins to lap at my nipple with his tongue, it stiffens at his teasing. He is pounding his cock into me faster now, and my entire body swings, testing the strength of the chains that suspend me by my arms. My arms grow sore as their strength is tested as well. He grabs my throat forcefully, hard, but not enough to choke me, and pushes my head back, a thumb pressing up roughly against my lips. Then he leans his head in towards my breast again and sinks his fangs into it, around my aureola. I scream out loud, the pain excruciating, but the waves of pleasure dance hot and wild through my entire body at the sensation of my blood flowing into his hungry mouth.

I moan wildly as I cum again, waves of intense pleasure rolling through my body. Darrien pushes back on my throat harder, and as my vaginal muscles spasm on his throbbing cock he groans with pleasure. My body trembles wildly as I feel his hot seed shooting into me, filling me completely. As the waves of pleasure slowly recede he dives his fangs into my skin one last time, sucking at my neck now, our bodies wrapped together in sweet bliss.

When he's had his fill of both my blood and my pussy he reaches up, grabbing my chains firmly, he yanks on them, snapping them from the cold, stone ceiling. I fall to the ground limply, my body too weak and enthralled, swimming in hormones. I lay on the cold stone floor trying to catch my breath.

He pulls me up onto my knees gently, but my head hangs weakly towards the floor and so he must gingerly grab my chin and lift my eyes to meet his gaze. "Listen, Samantha, from this day on you are my blood slave: You shall no longer enjoy your freedom, but instead you shall serve me. Do you understand?"

I nod, a tiny voice in my head screaming against it, but I can't think straight: Every nerve in my body still tingles with lust. A part of me can't help but think that I've simply never been happier, and I just don't want this to end. I don't want to return to my old life, hunting creatures of the night in solitude, lonely, no friends who trust me due to my unique abilities...

"Good, my little slave," he grins, glaring his fangs. Then he shoves his still swollen member towards my face, "you may clean me." 

I know I should be disgusted, but I can't help myself and I eagerly stick out my tongue, taking his cock in my hands and lapping up the mixture of our juices hungrily. As my tongue runs quickly up and down his shaft he rubs my hair softy with his hand. I look up at him meekly, and he smiles down at me.

And so the weeks pass: Each night he takes me. He only ever drinks enough blood to leave me unbelievably weak and completely helpless. He doesn't even need to tie me up, for he leaves me so drained that I can't even stand on my own two legs. That doesn't stop him from binding me most nights though, contorting my body into new, inventive positions before tying me and using my body as he pleases.

I lose track of the time easily, my mind swims continuously in the weakness of my blood loss and the intensity of the hormones in what little blood does flow through my veins. When Darrien is not visiting himself upon me, I simply sleep, or stare into nothingness, my mind a blank slate. Nameless vampires, underlings of Darrien, I care not to even see their faces, feed me and make me drink water occasionally. Despite the no doubt icy temperatures of my pitch black prison cell, my body never ceases to tingle with warmth and desire. Each time Darrien takes me my body sings with joy and I offer him no resistance.

I do for him whatever he desires without question: If he wishes for me to suck his cock then I hungrily take him as deeply into my throat as I can manage. If he wishes to use my pussy then I spread for him as wide as I can, so he can enter me as deeply as possible. Sometimes he is gentle, sometimes he is rough. Sometimes he drinks from me, sometimes he does not. He always keeps me guessing, and though he uses me for his pleasure, I take away more pleasure than he, I am sure of that.

Then one night he does not visit me...

I lay upon the cold stone floor, the hot sensation coursing through my veins beginning to cool. The fog on my mind lifting. For the first time in what feels like eternity I begin to question my circumstances. Just how much time has passed? Where am I? How long will Darrien use me like this? What will he do with me when he grows bored of me?

I have to fight this... Break free from this! But when I try to lift myself off the floor my arms simply collapse from under me. Darrien is a master at keeping blood slaves: He will drink only enough to keep me alive and helpless, and there is nothing I can do to fight him. Mostly because a large part of me doesn't even want to fight him. I find myself torn, the pleasure of the last little while yearns for me to just give in to him, to enjoy my new life. But a knot in my stomach urges me to fight, to try and escape: Fear of what Darrien intends to do with me is bringing my mind back to sanity.

Just then my thoughts are interrupted: From beyond the walls of my small, cold, dark prison I can hear the sounds of battle. There is shouting, screaming, the sounds of pain and death. What is going on out there? I find myself trembling, probably both from fear and how cold my body grows, naked on this damp prison floor.

My cell door bursts open, and I squint, trying to use what little light the outside hallway provides to see who intrudes into my chamber. A vampire kneels over me, and I can hear sounds of him licking his lips as he draws close. "Finally, you have no idea how much I've wanted this, Sam," it's William, driven crazy by blood-lust! The sounds of fighting continue to rage outside. He grabs my hair forcefully and wrenches my head back, allowing him easy access to my neck. "The bastard has left you nearly empty, but there's still enough there to enjoy the best drink of my life!"

He sinks his fangs into my neck and I gasp. This time only the sensation of pain shoots through my body. Fear wells up in every corner of my mind, I take no pleasure from having my blood drained this time, I know William intends to drink me dry and leave me for dead.

My body is weak, and growing weaker with each passing second, but I know I have to fight or I will surely die. I meekly push against him, trying to dislodge his form off of mine, but it's no use: Even if William is a newborn vampire, and nowhere near as strong as a Nosferatu like Darrien, I am simply too weak to overpower him. My hands fumble down his waist, searching, for what I don't know...

Aha! My hand grasps the cool steel of a dagger at his belt! With the very last of my strength I wrench it from him and plunge it through his back, right through his heart. He wails out loudly as leaps off me, trying desperately to reach around and pull out the dagger. He falls to his knees, coughing, and spurting up blood. With a final hiss he falls face first onto the ground.

Instantly, I'm hit with a wave of nausea and regret: I've just killed William! Oh god, no... I drop the dagger and roll over with what little strength I can find, sobbing. The fighting continues outside, I can still hear the screams.

Then silence: The fighting stops... 

Someone just outside has become the victor, and it seems they have won the right to enter my prison unfettered. William has left the door wide open so I don't even hear the new stranger enter. I can tell it's Darrien the instant I realize someone is in the room with me: He runs his hand softly along my cheek.

He looks to William, "Thank God you are alright Samantha."

"...wh...?" I can't even utter a simple sentence.

"Belle has betrayed me: She has turned many in my coven against me. Others fight in my defense, but they are the doomed minority," Darrien explains coldly, not a hint of concern for his coven in his voice at all.

He brushes my hair out of my eyes and lifts them to his, I can see them glowing against even the near pitch blackness of my cell. His touch is electric: My body sings at his presence. 

"Belle is jealous of my interest in you, she means to kill you," he continues explaining. I nod weakly, and he chuckles, "you knew? So why did you not tell me?" I only cough in response. He frowns and strokes my hair, pausing for a while, and continuing, "She has Monica leading a group of vampires to your church as well."

My heart drops into my stomach: No! No vampire has ever found the sanctuary... If Monica leads a group of vamps to the church, there will be casualties. They might even all be killed. 

Darrien sees the horror on my face and calms me, "I will deal with Belle, you must escape and catch up to Monica."

I just lie on the floor staring up at him: How does he expect me to escape in my condition? He kept me drained for god knows how long and then William just came in and nearly finished the job!

He raises his wrist to his mouth, then, his fangs peeking out from his lips, he bites down on his wrist. I wonder what the heck he's doing, but not for long: He positions the wrist over my mouth and I realize his intentions.

"No!" I manage enough adrenaline to shout and turn my head away. He sighs and grabs my hair forcefully wrenching my mouth to his wrist again. Then he grabs my jaw, squeezing, forcing my mouth open. I cry out, muffled by his wrist being shoved upon my mouth. Every fiber in my being wants to fight against him: I don't want to be turned into a vampire! ...into a creature, a monster! I don't want to have to feed off the blood of the innocent to survive! Please no! 

The first drop of blood hits my tongue, and the taste hits me instantly and hard, like a freight train. The taste is amazing, exquisite! It's indescribable: It simply tastes like HIM. Like every moment of pleasure he has given me wrapped up in a taste sweeter than the finest wine and more savory than the rarest herb. I'm addicted the very moment I taste it, and before i know it I'm gulping down pints of it eagerly as it gushes into my mouth and down my throat.

As I drink my strength returns: The fog on my mind lifts and I can think with perfect clarity. My weak and numb muscles come to life, all to eager to lift myself from the ground and just run for the sake of now being able to. I continue drinking still, and my abilities reach beyond what they once were: I can now see every detail in my dark dungeon cell, even before Darrien drank me near dry I would've not been able to do that! I can smell too, I mean smell everything! The stagnation of the cell, Darrien, the blood of the vampires fighting outside my cell, and beyond even that...

Am I becoming a vampire?

The thought scares me, but I continue to drink still, addicted to Darrien's blood. While he has his wrist on my mouth I will not be able to stop. I would gorge myself on his blood until he died if he did not prevent me from doing so. He grimaces and I suddenly become worried that that is exactly what is going to happen! But, thankfully, he pulls his wrist away, "Okay, hunter girl, that is enough."

I pant for a few moments, still lying on the ground, trying to catch my breath. Then I look up to him, "Am I...?"

He laughs, "No, but if you were to die with my blood in your veins you would become a vampire. Therefore, until my blood fades I would take great care to NOT die, if you fear that fate anyway."

"Your not going to turn me?"

"I would rather see you dead," his voice his stern. He must see the shock his words have hammered into my face because he instantly explains, "I've turned so many Samantha, it's always the same: Belle was once innocent, beautiful, she would not harm a fly. Now look at her: She is corrupt, soulless..." He sighs, "I could not bear to see you like that."




Hunted Ch. 04



I hop to my feet, flexing my muscles: I can't believe how incredible I feel! I feel much stronger than I have ever before in my life! Darrien climbs to his feet slowly, groaning: He looks weak. He stumbles, nearly falling over, and I catch him, "Darrien!"

"I will be okay," he straightens himself out, pushing me away meekly. "You must go, catch up to Monica, I will deal with Belle." 

It, of course, occurs to me that I could easily slay Darrien right now, I may never have a better chance. With most of his blood flowing through my veins, I am stronger than ever before, and he is at the weakest I will ever see him.

I discard the thought quickly though: I can't kill him now. It would be dishonorable in his weakened state. Plus, he just saved my life, slaying him would be a poor way of thanking him.

He is right, I have to catch up to Monica: If the vampires reach the church they will catch the other hunters completely by surprise. It will be a massacre! Interestingly enough, I instantly realize that I can smell her. My mind focuses on one particular unique scent, one that is I can just FEEL is Monica's: It smells a little like daisies... I can track her by simply following the scent.

I grin, vampiric powers are more amazing than I had imagined. I almost feel a pain of regret that they are temporary. But the permanent kind come at a high cost, one I am not willing to pay.

I nod to Darrien, and begin to make my way for the door. I pause and glance back to him briefly. I am not sure why: Am I....worried about him? I shake off the feeling, he'll be fine, he's a nosferatu. Besides, his death is what I want.......right?

He calls out one last thing to me, "Please, forgive me for William and Monica." He gazes down upon William's corpse, "Belle turned them to help overthrow me. I am not saying it is not my fault, but only that I am truly sorry."

I start into a dash, running down the halls of Darrien's coven, following Monica's scent. I quickly find that I am faster than I was before as well, but I expected that. I have to catch up to Monica.... But wait, I catch another scent, and I'm fairly sure I recognize this one as well: It's Belle. Anger wells up in my stomach, I remember her gloating at me with William and Monica. I know I should blame only Darrien for their horrid transformation into the monsters they've become, but Belle was the one that turned them after all.

I leave Monica's trail briefly chasing after Belle now, her scent is strong and I know she is close. This won't take long...

I find her just ahead, surrounded by a group of vampires loyal to her. They are just dispatching the last of Darrien's loyalists, and I am even fairly sure that this is the last group of vampires in the whole coven. I grin, I don't think I can be any luckier.

"Well, well, well," Belle returns my cocky grin, "if it isn't the bitch. Get her!"

The vampires, following her orders lunge at me, but I quickly dispatch them. I may not have my sword anymore, but I am very good at martial arts. Besides, I am much faster and stronger than anyone of them now. I use only my hands to tear them to shreds.

Belle frowns at me, "So Darrien fed you his blood: Good, that will make him weak and easy."

"You won't touch him," I grin to myself, I know just what to say to really agitate her, "Darrien is MINE." A part of me wonders if I truly mean that, but I shove my concern aside: I am just trying to get under her skin. And it works! She hisses at me, going into a fury she lunges at me.

She didn't stand a chance against me calm, and she stands far less of a chance angry. I easily wrench her sword from her and stab it through her heart. It happens too fast for her to follow, and she looks shocked as she realizes that the blade has pierced her heart.

I push her off the blade, and she falls to the ground: dead for good this time.

I sigh, and then sniff the air. I want to be sure that this truly was the last of the vampires in the coven. I can't be completely, I am still pretty new to these temporary powers, but I do know at least that any vampires that do remain are too weak to be much of a threat to Darrien.

My job done here, I double back to Monica's trail and dart off, following it furiously. I can only pray that I will catch her in time...



Hunted Ch. 05



Disclaimer: Warning! This story contains some fetishes that may make some uncomfortable: BDSM, Bondage, and Bloodplay for example. Also this story contains gothic themes such as Vampires, Demons, etc. If this is not for you then hit the back button on your browser now. Otherwise, I hope you enjoy!

-Dannygirl

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"How the...?" I mutter under my breath as I gaze out upon the calm ocean waters. The moonlight reflects of the still surface of the water, highlighting the gentle tides as they lap at the beach upon which I am standing.

Monica's trail leads right to this point, right INTO the bloody ocean...

I mean, sure, she HAS to cross the ocean to get to the church, but I honestly wasn't expecting THIS. How is this possible? Did she simply dive into the water and expect to swim to North America?

Can vampires do that? ...Swim across the ocean? I suppose I don't see any reason why not, I mean: Their bodies are already cold, icy waters wouldn't really kill them. They don't get tired or fatigued, like even I do. They move so fast that they could clear the ocean pretty quickly, and if the sun rises they could dive so deep that they could hide from the sun's light completely.

I frown: Okay, this is bad. If Monica and her vampire cohorts decided to swim across the ocean, then I'm going to have a hard time beating them to the church. Unlike them, I'm going to have to fly, and as much as I wish I had wings, I'm just going to have to do it like any other mortal would: The crummy airlines.

The temporary vampiric powers bestowed upon me by drinking Darrien's blood are already starting to fade: The night begins to blur as the night vision that allowed me to see in the dark with perfect clarity starts to vanish. I was concerned Monica's scent was dissipating as her scent began to grow weaker and weaker, but then I realized that it was my vampiric sense of smell that was suffering. By the time I get to North America the powers will be gone completely. Oh well, I was hoping to catch her here in Europe, but now that she has fled into the ocean any hope of tracking her with these vampiric powers is gone. I'm just going to have to beat her to the church and confront her there.

I double back and start dashing towards the nearest airport. I'm sure a plane would fly across the ocean faster than Monica could swim it, but there is the take off and touch down times, boarding, idling, and disembarking to worry about. Not to mention I basically just wasted all this time tracking Monica to the coast.

A knot ties in my stomach: I don't think I'm going to make it...

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The sun sets at last and Monica can feel its absence, even submerged under several miles of water where even the power of the sun could not reach when it was at its zenith. She thanks god for that in her own mind as she begins to swim quickly for the surface. She rebukes herself though: She can't really thank god for anything anymore really, she is an abomination of god now. But she is immortal, and if she plays her cards right she won't have to worry much about eternal damnation anyway.

The other vampires surface just after she does, directly behind her. They sigh in relief: Sure, vampires don't really need to breathe and so it was no problem for them to swim so deep and stay there for the entire duration of the daytime, but, still, they are still quite thankful to be back in the night air. Something about swimming at those depths just feels so unnatural. Mind you: Nothing about being a vampire is all that natural really.

Monica feels a deep pain in her stomach though, and a fire burning through her body: For for the first time since she was transformed into a vampire, she is hungry. She can see the shore ahead in the distance: New York city, lit up brilliantly in the night, and she can even hear the bustling activity of the city from as far from the shore as she is. She can even smell the mortals from way out here, thanks entirely to just how dense New York city is populated. The smell drives her wild with blood-lust and she immediately begins to swim as quickly as is possible for shore. The other vampires catch the same scent and are just as hungry, they follow after Monica eagerly.

She leaps out of the water into a port, abandoned at this time of the night. She darts into a back-alley and the vampires follow after. The scent gets stronger and stronger the closer she gets to the nearest human, and the blood-lust fogs her mind. She gives into it, losing control of herself. Out on the street she catches a lone woman, walking hunched over, covering herself with loose clothing trying to stay warm in the cool night air. The clothing, while inadequate to cover her slim form, is very elegant, and she smells a little of alcohol: She must be coming from a party or a club and walking home alone: Foolish girl.

Monica licks her lips and darts into the alley so fast any mortal would only recognize her as a dark blur in the faint street lights. She grabs the woman and drags her into a back alley, covering her mouth quickly so her screams are stifled. The other vampires dart off, each looking to claim their own prey. The young woman cries and moans as Monica pins her down and wrestles her arms to her side. The smell of her blood is exquisite and Monica cannot wait to sink her fangs into her supple arteries... But, then something unexpected happens: Monica looks into her eyes, and sees the full extent of the fear there.

Just like that, Monica snaps out of the blood-lust and, for the first time since she has become a vampire, she thinks: 'Oh god, what have I become?' Perhaps immortality isn't about avoiding that final judgement and eternal damnation after all, but instead she is already eternally damned...

Monica lets the woman go, and the poor girl runs off into the night screaming...

The hunger burns at Monica, how long can she fight it? How long can she stay in control? She needs to feed, but she doesn't want to take a life. She panics: What is she supposed to do? Her mind works furiously until she decides on a plan: She must go back and see William. He can comfort her, he will know what to do.

But will she make it? The hunger burns at her body and she doesn't know if she has the strength to make it back across the Atlantic. Nevertheless, she has to try: And so she darts back towards the port and dives headfirst into the water. She ditches the other vampires without even a single thought, and abandons her mission against the church.

It will be a long swim, but she must make it. She must stay alive, or well, less dead, for William. She loves him: As long as she has him, she can do this, she can survive, she can find a way... For him...

* * *

By the time my plane sets down in the United States my temporary vampiric powers are gone. Oh well, it wasn't like I could track Monica anymore anyway since I lost her trail. Still, the boost in speed and strength would have been helpful for the confrontation: I don't expect Monica and the other vampires to give up without a fight. I don't intend to kill Monica, not unless she leaves me no other choice. It's my fault she is a vampire after all, I just can't exterminate her like she is any other vampire. There has to be something I can do for her... Though, I killed William, so I don't expect Monica will be very happy about that.

Getting off the plane doesn't take long, and I don't have any luggage of which to speak of, so I make my way directly out of the airport and begin to dash for the church. I'm pretty tired, unfortunately I didn't get much sleep on the airplane, I was much too worried about everything that has happened, and even more worried about everything that is about to happen.

By the time the plane landed the sun had set and it was nighttime, which meant Monica and the other vampires could submerge from the ocean and begin their run towards the church. The best flight I could get put me a little too far to the west, the church is much closer to the Atlantic. It's likely Monica will beat me to the church.

I have to cross a few states before I get to the church, but I can run so fast it doesn't take me much longer than a few hours. I run as hard as I can, never slowing my pace. I wish I could stop and acquire a weapon, but I doubt I have time for that. There will be weapons at the church, and in the worst case scenario I imagine I can last against four vampires without a weapon anyway.

When I get to the church my worst fears are realized...

The church is completely up in flames! The fire is roaring across every inch of the church and the smoke has covered the sky. As I push through a crowd standing around and gawking at the inferno, I make my way towards the church. However, I'm stopped by a fireman. "Ma'm, please stay back!"

"Is anyone still in there?" I scream at him over the sounds of sirens and roaring flames.

"We don't know Ma'm," he shakes his head at me, and I scowl at him.

I just push him aside with a bit more force than I intended and he stumbles back a bit. I don't look back as I dart into the flames. I can feel the intensity of the heat against my skin instantly as I run into the building: "Hello? Anyone in here!?" I scream, but my cries are met only with the roaring sound of the fire. I dart through the halls, shielding my eyes with my hands, and stumbling over burning debris. The ceiling caves in in front of me, nearly crushing me, but I stumble back. Great, I guess I will have to take the long way around.

I find a collapsed wall which allows me to take a shortcut as I make my way for my goal: The office of the father. Oh, please let him be okay: I can hardly believe Monica would do this, how can she hurt those she used to call family?

I find his office quickly enough, amazingly enough its still mostly untouched by the flames. Coughing against the smoke, I look through the room frantically. I'm not sure what I'm hoping to find, if he is still in here he must be dead, or else he wouldn't have stayed here long. I feel my stomach churn as I find him, lying on the floor behind his desk. He's lying face down and I turn him over as I crouch over him. "Father! Father! Wake up!"

He coughs weakly as his eyes flutter open, and he looks up to me, "Samantha?"

"It's me Father," I laugh a little, too relieved to find him alive, until I spot the wound in his chest: He's losing a lot of blood, and I don't think he's going to make it. No! "What happened!?" I cry.

"Da..." he groans, he doesn't have enough strength to talk.

"Don't speak Father, I'll get you out of here," I steel myself, swallowing back my emotions. This is not time to blubber like a little girl, this is a time to act.

I start to move to pick him up, but he yells out, "No!" I freeze, unsure of what to say or do, but he continues, "I'm...lost...girl." He wheezes, "Da...vik..."

Davik? What about Davik? My mind turns to the hunter who hated me so: He was always suspicious of me. He didn't trust my unique abilities, and was constantly watching me trying to turn the other hunters, especially the father, against me. He thought of me as barely different from the creatures we hunted. It had been a while since I had seen him: The last time I was in the church I had found he had rooted through my room. Sadly he was not in the church for me to confront him about it at the time, and I was too eager to hunt down Darrien to wait for him to return.

"Davik? Is he okay?"

He shakes his head at me weakly, "You... have to... save him."

"From who? From Monica?"

He reaches out and grabs my head with both hands suddenly, I'm surprised he has that much strength left. "Listen... I need to tell you... about your father..."

My stomach sinks, I can't believe I am hearing this: The priest knew my father!? I can't even fathom the appropriate words.

"I made... a deal..." he winces and falls back coughing. "To raise you..."

"In exchange for?"

"Time."

His eyes grow wide quickly, like a shock of electricity jolted through his body, and, with one final wheeze of air, the last bits of life drains out of him. A tear rolls down my cheek and my body tenses, I wince my eyes shut and squeeze my fists, trying to control the wave of pain that rolls through me.

Monica will pay dearly for this.

* * *

The rain falls down upon Monica, impassive to her pain, as she sits, curled into the fetal position, sobbing into her own accursed hands. She curses the rain, she is so, so cold, but, she supposes, it isn't the rain's fault: This is her fault, she hasn't drank blood in much too long. A vampire's body grows colder and colder as less and less warm blood flows through their veins.

She refuses to drink. She cannot bare to take a life to feed her cursed existence. She has survived this long on the blood of animals, fish, rats, cats, dogs... But it isn't enough to sustain her forever: The taste is horrendous, and the more she feeds on them the less they fill her. Apparently, a vampire needs human blood eventually to stay alive, or well, un-alive anyway. She had witnessed Darrien drink from Samantha without killing her: He had simply exercised self control to drink and then stop before he had drained all the life from her. However, Monica knows the amount of self control that is required is beyond her power. She is so thirsty even a drop of blood, or even the scent, would throw her into a craze, she wouldn't be able to stop drinking until her victim was dead.

She cannot bare this curse any longer, so she intends to starve herself until she dies. She had considered facing the sun directly and letting it burn her to ash. However, the church had taught her that the sun was god's judgement, and it always judged that vampires were monsters and were to burn for their sins. She knows it would be quicker and less painful, but she cannot bare the thought of god's direct will setting her aflame.

Worst of all, William is dead. He was the centre of Monica's universe, and for him she would bare this curse. Her mind turns from her thirst to him once again and her cold, dead heart sinks. She had managed to return to Darrien's coven in Venice easily enough, but when she had arrived there she had found the coven in ruins: Bella had been slain, along with all the other vampires, Darrien and Samantha were nowhere to be found, and worst of all, she had found William lying dead in Samantha's cell.

She had spent several nights kneeing at his side, cradling his lifeless husk in her arms, and sobbing. Day and night had no meaning in that cell, it remained pitch black, and all sense of time was lost to Monica. The time she spent there felt like eternity and only moments at the same time.

And then, Davik, of all the people in the world, came to her. Except, it wasn't him either: She had smelled him before he had even come into the room, and every vampiric instinct she had inherited in her un-life told her to run as fast as she could. But she didn't care, William was dead, and so she wished to be too, why run from danger? His stench grew more foul as he stepped into the prison, if it weren't for the scent Monica would have no way of knowing he was in the room at all, he had been just that silent. 

He stood quietly for the longest time, just staring at Monica. She felt as though his eyes were burning a hole into the back of her scalp. She couldn't care less about him though, and continued to just to gaze upon the lifeless form of her beloved. Finally, he spoke to her, "It was Samantha you know."

She could tell it was Davik by his voice, he was a hunter, and a friend, that she had known for a very long time. If he was a hunter, and she was a vampire, would he try to kill her? Something in her gut told her no, something was definitely different about him. He was right about Samantha, of course, deep down she had known it too.

Samantha had led them, William and her, to this coven. She had split up the three of them so that the vampires could pick them off one by one. Worst of all, Darrien had not killed Samantha, or turned her to a vampire, but instead kept her as his own personal pet, his slave. Darrien seemed to love her...

Did Samantha really come to Venice to kill Darrien?

"I know what she is," Davik hissed, "She is much worse than a vampire, much worse than anything we ever hunted, Monica."

Monica turned, at last to face him, and her face blanched even whiter than it already was, if that was possible. One look at him and she could tell: It was not Davik. It appeared to be him, but it was something else, something masquerading as him. His eyes were blood red, his features pale. He wasn't human, or a vampire, but something entirely other.

Something dangerous.

"Who are you?" Monica whimpered.

He grinned, "Samantha's father."

"What are you?"

"A demon."

Monica quivered, gently resting William aside on the ground. Trembling, she stood up and slowly, instinctively, backed away just a little. "What do you want?"

"Where is she, Monica?" his tone was dark, threatening.

"I d-don't know," she murmured, pressing her back against the wall.

Davik slowly moved towards her, "I know she was here."

Monica eyes the space between him and the door out, she had to run for it. She knew she did not care, she was cursed, she had nothing to live for, but her instincts told her to run, and she was too afraid to not try. She made a dash for it as quickly as she could, moving at incredible vampiric speed, but she hardly made it more than a few steps before her body lifted off the ground on its own and was thrown back against the wall.

She screamed in terror: Davik had moved her via the power of will alone. It was hopeless, she could not escape him.

"I don't want to hurt her, Monica," he grinned, and something about his expression looked too fake to be trusted. "But, why should you care? She betrayed you. She killed William. She left you to rot."

"I...really...don't know...where she is," Monica coughed as she felt an invisible force press tightly onto her chest, nearly crushing her.

Davik stopped, and considered that, then let Monica drop to the ground. She fell onto her knees, whimpering. "I believe you," he sneered at her, and then turned to leave.

"Wait!" Monica shouted after him, and he stopped and turned to her again. "K-Kill me," she moaned, "I can't live like this."

Davik laughed, a slight menacing laugh, "No, your suffering pleases me."

And then he was gone...

Monica continued to tremble as the rain fell on her as she thought about Davik. His presence was palpable, his aura was so thick you could probably cut it with a knife, he irradiated tension and threat.

A demon, loose in the world, he had to be stopped, Monica remembered the stories: Demons desired nothing but chaos and destruction. If Davik continued to roam unchecked...

A lot of innocent people were going to die.

Samantha had to be warned. Yes, Monica should hate her for her sins, but she just can't muster that emotion anymore, for at least anyone but herself anyway. If Samantha really is the daughter of whoever that that demon was, then she is the only one who can stop him.

But what did it matter? It changed nothing: William was dead, and Monica would be soon too...

"Oh, William..." She rests her head into her arms, folded around her legs, and sobs uncontrollably. The sun will be up very soon, and she no longer cares about god's judgement. Whether he judged her now or later, it didn't matter... Either way, she won't be going to heaven, and if there was a hell then it can't be any worse than her current miserable existence: Maybe she will meet William there.

Suddenly she smells something, something she never smelled before, yet, still, something... familiar. She can't place her finger on it, but she had caught something similar to this scent in her short vampiric existence before. She is sure it wasn't the same scent, however, because never in her short un-life has she caught a whiff of something so strong, including Davik. It smells amazing, it is taking all of her will power not to go into a frenzy, she is so thirsty, and the scent is so delicious.




Hunted Ch. 05



We were woken up early by someone screaming, "OH MY GOD!!!!!" I jumped up and ran outside, with Liv right behind me. Nate was standing by the fire with a look of horror on his face. Bre was sitting up against a tree, dead. Her throat had been slashed from ear to ear. The knife was lying next to her, with dried blood on it. Liv gasped and grabbed me. I shielded her from the sight and said, "Oh Christ, not another one." 

Cody came running over and swore when he saw the body. "We need to relocate. We're obviously not safe here. He must've slipped through our traps and killed her. With her own knife too. Fuck." There was silence. Until Steve broke it with quiet laughter, his hands still bound. Cody turned to him with disgust. "What's so funny? She's dead, pal. I don't see what's funny about that." Steve didn't answer and continued laughing, a dark, rather malicious laugh. Cody turned back to us. "We need to get out of here. Does anyone have a phone?" 

There was a spark of hope, until we remembered they were with Coach Kay. Except mine. I pulled it out of my pocket and was met with cheers. I had an iPhone 4 but didn't want to risk damaging it on the trip, so I brought my old flip phone that still had a valid contract. I grinned and said, "You didn't think I was gonna listen to Coach Kay, right?"

Everyone smiled. Except Steve, who sneered and said sarcastically, "Aren't you a badass, keeping your phone when everyone else gave theirs."

I retorted, "Fuck off Steve. This phone call I'm about to make could save your sorry ass. Not that I want to, after what you've done to Liv." My lip curled and I looked at him with obvious contempt as he fell silent. I dialed Kay's number and held the phone to my ear. It wasn't ringing. I frowned and retried. Still nothing. I opened the battery compartment and saw the problem. No battery. "Fuck!" I said. I turned to Steve. "Ok jerkoff, where's the battery?" He ignored me. "Steve! The battery?" Still he ignored me. "I'm being serious! What have you done with MY FUCKING BATTERY?!" I shouted the last part into his face. 

He finally answered. "I DON'T HAVE IT, ALRIGHT!? And even if I did, you wouldn't have the balls to take it off me, would you?" he sneered.

I hesitated, then slammed a fist into his stomach, winding him. I quickly searched his pockets and found it in his pants pocket. I snatched it up and said to him, "I do have the balls to take shit off you. Try that again and it'll be your balls that get taken off. Got it?" He just gasped in response and tried to get up, failing. I put the battery into the phone and tried calling again. There was still nothing. I took the battery out and looked at it properly. And hurled it at Steve. He'd broken it. The fucker! He'd probably screwed us all over simply because he wanted to be a dick to me. 

"Two people dead. A psycho stalking us. Phone doesn't work. That's great. This is getting better by the minute," I said sarcastically. 

"And now it's raining," Nate said, looking up. It was. Lightly at first, but soon coming down in buckets. We were soon all soaked, and visibility was reduced to about 10 feet. If that wasn't bad enough, we had to relocate to try and lose the maniac stalking us. That's when disaster struck. Like I said, visibility was awful. We had just left the camp and were looking for a new spot. We left our shelters and fire pit behind. Hopefully he would think we were still there. We were walking in a line. Steve was in front, so he couldn't run off. Not that anyone would've cared. Behind him was Cody. Then me with an arm around Liv so I wouldn't lose her in the storm. Nate brought up the rear. Things were ok until now. 

Nate was walking about 10 feet behind me. He suddenly tripped, and must've sprung one of the traps. He couldn't have seen the thing coming because the rain was so heavy. It suddenly slammed into him, literally sending him airborne and making him crash back to earth about 30 feet behind us. I'm still not sure how it happened. All I know is, I heard him yell, "OH SHHHIIIITTTTT!!!" as the log hit him. Then there was silence until we heard the thud as he hit the ground, then groaning. Liv and I heard the whole thing. I turned to alert the others, but we'd lost them in the rain. 

We looked at each other and simultaneously said, "Oh fuck," and ran back to try and help him. I finally found him after searching for several minutes. He looked awful. He had blood trickling from his mouth, and probably several broken ribs. Maybe even an arm or leg. 

Nate groaned again and tried to sit up, obviously in pain. "Leave me. You'll lose everyone else."

"We lost them a while back. Hold on dude, I'm gonna get you out of here." I put his arm around my shoulder and helped him stand. 

He tried to put weight on his left ankle and stumbled, "FUCK!" he yelled in agony. "It's not broken. I can walk. Probably sprained. Still hurts like a bitch though." He gritted his teeth and started walking. I had one hand supporting him. Liv had taken my other one and was leading us in the direction we were going. Nate coughed and spit blood. "Jesus. I'm hurting right now," he said.

I smiled encouragingly. "Lets you know you're alive. Hang on. We'll find them soon." We continued trudging through the woods, visibility getting worse by the minute.

Liv finally spotted Cody about an hour later, trying to build another shelter. "Hey! Cody! Help!" she shouted. He didn't answer. "Damn. He can't hear us. Hold on, I'll be back soon." She took off, hauling her perfect ass in his direction. They came running back a minute later, Liv having probably told Cody what happened. He put Nate's other arm on his shoulder and helped him too. 

"Steve! Help us set him down somewhere!" Cody yelled through the rain.

"Where?" Steve yelled back. He actually gave a shit about someone other than himself for once. Or more likely, maybe he just wanted to get his hands untied.

"There!" Cody yelled, pointing to the shelter.

"Where?" he repeated. 

"THERE! RIGHT THERE! Are you blind?" Cody asked, pointing wildly.

"Well, I can't see where your hand's pointing!" Steve said, as if it were obvious.

"Oh, you're fucking useless, man!" Cody said. "Liv, give us a hand, will ya?" She ran over to the shelter and smoothed down an area for Nate. We gently set him down. He looked pretty bad, blood still trickling from his mouth and all cut up. 

Liv looked over him. "Jesus," and turned to Steve, "Come here! Fast!"

Steve grinned, his hands still bound with the piece of Liv's tanktop, "You finally came to your senses, eh? I knew you wanted me."

"Shut up! I need those bindings on your arms. Now, goddamn it!" 

Cody reached over and took them off and passed them to Liv. She took them and made a tourniquet for Nate's leg, which was bleeding heavily.

He groaned, "Someone better do something because this is really starting to hurt! Ohhhhhh. FUCK!" and closed his eyes, lying down and punching out with his arms and kicking his legs, with Liv working steadily on his leg the whole time. Then he opened his eyes again and turned to Cody. "Cody. Cody, knock me out! Hit me!" he shouted, looking at Cody with desperation. Cody hesitated then punched him. Nate rolled with the punch and closed his eyes, obviously expecting to be unconscious. Then he shook himself awake, sat back up and shouted, "Oh, you fucking pussy, HIT ME!" Cody clocked him again. It worked this time. 

Liv finished tying the tourniquet and whispered, "Good luck bud," and kissed the top of Nate's head. There was silence for a while. Until I said, "Right. I'm gonna build another shelter."

Cody turned to me, "In that?" and pointed outside. It was still raining heavily. "Good luck."

Steve muttered, "You'll need a lot more than luck this time."

I turned to him. "Shut up. At least I can build one. Unlike you." I went outside and started looking for wood. I had just started to dry off but before long I was soaked through again. I spent the rest of the day building it and just finished by the time it was getting dark. It was still raining so we couldn't have a fire. We all retired to our shelters instead. I grabbed Liv's hand and started walking but she said, "Go ahead. I'm gonna stay with Nate for awhile. Make sure he's ok. I'll be in soon. Goodnight. Love you." She kissed me and walked over to where he was still unconscious. 

I felt a brief pang of jealousy but then I remembered. Poor kid. I hope he's ok. I hope he makes it to tomorrow, I thought. I hope we all do. 

The elements and lack of civilization were starting to take a toll on us. I hadn't showered or brushed my teeth for days (I'd lost count of how many). I also had several days growth of beard. Cody had a full beard (remember how i said he was part animal?). Most of us were covered in mud and dried blood and soaking wet. I sighed and stroked my stubble and lay down in my shelter. I closed my eyes and before long, I heard Liv come in and lie down next to me.

"He's in bad shape. Barely breathing. He's lost a ton of blood. He could be in trouble. Hell, if that maniac that killed Nick and Bre comes back, he's definitely fucked." Liv sighed and hugged me. "This is gonna sound awful, but I'm so glad that isn't you bleeding out over there. I'd never forgive myself." Her voice was trembling, a sign that she was about to cry. Sure enough, she started sobbing and continued, "I'm sorry. I'm so pathetic. I just couldn't take losing you."

I hugged her tightly and whispered, "You won't lose me. We're gonna get through this. I promise you. And you're not pathetic. You're the toughest chick I've ever met! Now, you should go to sleep. You look and sound exhausted. Ok?"

She stopped crying and smiled, her hazel eyes red and puffy, "Ok. Goodnight." I kissed her forehead and started stroking her hair and rubbing her back until she was sound asleep. I must've stayed awake for hours with Liv asleep in my arms. I was thinking of Nate. I finally dozed off. I probably looked like a battle hardened and weary Navy SEAL, covered in mud and dried blood. Not to mention my faux hawk and beard stubble. Even my dog tags hanging around my neck and under my shirt were covered in a combo of dried mud and dried blood. 

To be continued in part 6.....



Hunted Ch. 05



She lifts her head to look upon the source: A man. He is an old man, with gray hair, and a short, untrimmed, beard. He wears modest, modern, clothing. He looks so gentle, so calming, and so peaceful. Like Davik, he emits a strong aura, but its completely opposite. Where Davik had an aura of threat, this man has an aura of calm.

"Who are you?" Monica feels a rush of deja-vu.

"I think you know who I am," he smiles down at her.

Monica takes another sniff of the air around him, and suddenly she realizes why the scent is so darn familiar...

"Your...!?"

"Yes," he nodded at her.

"Then who was...?"

"A liar," his tone is so relaxing, so gentle.

"What do you want with me?" Monica is not afraid of this man in the slightest, its the opposite, she felt as though she could trust him with anything.

"I need you to deliver a message," his tone hardens a bit, but he remains as friendly as ever.

"To whom?"

"Samantha."

"But I don't where she is," Monica stammers.

"You will find her, because you have to," he explains vaguely, "because I cannot."

"What do you mean?" Monica doesn't understand his meaning.

"I used to be able to watch her," he frowns, "always. But lately, something is wrong: She is shielded from my site."

"Why?"

"I do not know, I can only guess it is the work of black magic. If she were to be standing in a rune..."

"Or have a rune drawn on her?" Monica cut him off, asking quickly.

"Yes," he agreed with her.

"She has a rune, on the back of her hand!" Monica exclaimed as she stood up onto her feet. She had seen the rune on Samantha's hand when she had been a prisoner in Darrien's coven. Apparently, the rune allowed Darrien to track her in some way. "There's a demon after her! You have to help her!"

"I know, child," he frowns, "that is why you must bring her this message."

Monica steeled herself: She had a reason to continue to exist, for now. This was important, more important than anything she had ever done in her life. If Davik had become a Demon, she had to help stop him, or else who knows how many would die... She knows this will not redeem her, but she must do it anyway.

But she can't: She can't survive much longer without blood, and she refuses to drink human blood. "I-I'll never find her in time!" she stammers.

He smiles at her, saying nothing for what seems like an eternity, then at last he speaks, "I think you will find you have more time than you think."

Just at that moment Monica realizes something horrible: It is already too late! She was so focused on the man she did not notice that the sun was just about to come up. It was much too late to get out of the sun's way: It was peeking over the horizon now, just behind the stranger.

"No!" Monica yells, as the sun pokes its head over the horizon and suddenly her vision burns. Orange light resonates before her and she squints against the brilliant light to try and see the stranger, but the light is just too bright. She feels the sun burning at her, and she knows she is going to die.

No: Not when she has found a new purpose! Not now!

White light completely overtakes her vision...

And then everything goes black...

* * *

3 Months later.

I sigh as I plop down on my bed. I stretch out against my soft, cool, sheets and I smile, contentedly. It was a long day, hard work, not that it was physically stressful, but I hate dealing with customers. People can be such morons.

I definitely miss my old job: Hunting the supernatural. But without a church to call home, I have no roof to sleep under. Sure, I would camp pretty much every night I was away from the church, but I was never away too long. I certainly wouldn't care to spend every night under the stars. Besides, I still manage to do hunting in my spare time. I suppose its more of a hobby now then a career.

I work at a pub now, as a waitress, I have to pay the bills somehow. No one is going to pay me to kill what they consider myths. I haven't been there long, only about a few weeks now. This is my third attempt at holding down a real world job. I'm just not very good at it: I'm not a people person.

I roll over and try to sleep, but my contentedness fades. I think about Darrien, my master, and I yearn for him. I still see him every week or two, and our relationship hasn't changed much.

Despite keeping me confined in his coven for so long, he lets me run free these days. Probably because he hasn't quite found a new place to call home either. He abandoned his destroyed coven and seems to be very much on the move. I can feel him roam the world all the time.

I see him often though, one night every week or two. When he yearns for me he finds me easily enough, and I can feel him approaching.

At first, I still tried to resist him. The first few times he visited me I would fight. I remember the first night, I was hunting a werewolf, I had tracked him to a forest when I realized Darrien was coming. He caught me in a clearing and I pulled my new sword on him. He wasn't as patient with me that night as he was on others though and he ducked under my first slash and grabbed me by the throat with one hand and wrestled the sword from me with the other. He locked his eyes on me before I realized what was happening and he had me hypnotized.

Oh, how I love it when he hypnotizes me: The rush of hormones pervades every cell in my body and I feel like I'm melting as he dominates my mind. He doesn't need to hypnotize me really, I would bend to his will willingly of course, and I'm sure he knows that. I'm just sure he knows I like it I bet.

That night, I felt my tense muscles relax, falling limply into his chest as the fog dropped on my thoughts. I gazed up into his magnificent glowing eyes and felt my cheeks beat as I blushed.

He gently peeled off my clothing, slowly, piece by piece, and lay me back into the grass. My skin tingled against both the cold grass and his even colder skin. We kissed, long, and passionately, and I moaned as he nibbled gently on my lip. He moved his mouth down along my neck, and I squeezed my eyes shut in anticipation of his fangs sinking their way into my artery. Instead, he teased me, kissing my neck slowly, deliberately, making every sensation count. The anticipation of him sinking those fangs into my neck nearly killed me, but he did not bite. Instead, he moved down to my breasts, running his tongue between them, then lapped it over my nipples.

A jolt of pain shot through every nerve as he took me completely by surprise and sunk his fangs into my left breast, drinking from the arteries there instead. The pain quickly faded and hot, intense pleasure instantly replaced it. I cried out loudly, my moans echoed into the night.

As he sated his blood lust, I felt his body grow warmer, my blood bringing a more human heat into his veins, and I felt his cock stiffen, pressing into my thigh, my blood pumping through it, giving it life. The feel of it throbbing against me drove my desire to new depths and I found myself running a hand down to it, grasping it gently, stroking it slowly.

That drove him mad with a new lust, and he retreated his fangs. He grabbed the back of my head gently and pulled me up into a kneeling position. He stood up and, keeping his hand firmly locked in my hair, pressed his hard member to my lips. I eagerly took it into my mouth, savouring the feel of it pushing against the back of my throat: It was my turn to suck his juices, and his turn to moan.

He released his hold on my hair as I only co-operated with him eagerly. I took his cock into my hands stroking it, enjoying the feel of its heat in my hands, then licking it. I looked up at him and smiled sensuously, and he liked that, he took my chin in his hand and rubbed it affectionately. I felt like his pet, and I know I should be offended by that, but I liked it. I took his cock into my mouth again, this time on my own accord, and sucked and lapped at it. I'm sure I still wasn't very good at giving blow-jobs just yet, but he seemed to enjoy it anyway.

When his lust for me peeked he pushed me to the ground again and entered me. Driving his cock down into my pussy quickly, his long member pushing so deeply into me. The feel of it sliding into me was almost enough to make me come right then and there, but instead I just wailed wildly with intense passion. He let me savour the feeling of him buried so deeply into me, holding it there for what felt like a blissful eternity. Then, he began to pump it in and out of me, thrusting soft and slow at first, then harder and faster gradually.

The icy grass clawed at my back as I began to bounce from the sheer force of his lustful thrusts. Warmth spread rapidly through my body, followed by an intense tingling, as I felt my orgasm approaching quickly. My legs wrapped around his hips, pulling him tighter, closer, to me, as my body began to tremble wildly of its own accord. 

When at last my orgasm retreated, I collapsed back, spent, but he was not finished with me. He lifted me, pulling me close, holding me to him as he continued his relentless thrusting. And there we fucked under the moonlight for hours and hours until my stamina ran out and I passed out from exhaustion.

He lay besides me until the sun nearly came up and retreated before dawn. He always lays with me when I sleep, holding me close to him, and I feel so safe with him, so contented. Being a vampire he does not require sleep, but he lays with me anyway. Sadly, he cannot be there when the sun comes up, and so I awake alone, without him, yearning for more of his company.

I fought him a few more times, and it always ended nearly as quickly. He toyed with me sometimes, proving to me once and for all that I could not match him in a fight. So, eventually, I tried to run instead. 

I do not know why I bothered doing anything besides giving in to him right away, really: I think he enjoys the hunt. Me too, I guess, I mean I don't want to fight him, I'm afraid I might actually hurt him (not likely, but still...), but I enjoy the part where he defeats me too much. My resistance excites him. He toyed with me again, that night, the first night I ran, chasing me, cutting me off at every pass, showing me that I could not outrun him either.

Eventually he caught me from behind, and I struggled meekly in his grasp as he wrapped one arm around my chest and one hand around my neck. He heaved me against a tree, pinning me to it, pulling my hair back forcefully, applying a great amount of strength, and pulling my pants and undergarments down around my ankles.

I could feel his cool breath in my ear, and I could sense his grin as he moved a hand quickly down my body, over my stomach, and began to rub at my labia. I gasped at the sudden sensation, my pussy singing in joy at his caress. He curled a finger inside me with that one hand, while his other hand grabbed at my throat, wrenching my face to the side to meet his own. He clamped his lips upon mine eagerly, and kissed me forcefully, roughly. He didn't have to toy with my lower-lips long before my juices began to run down my leg.

That was the extent of the foreplay that night as he rammed his cock into my pussy from behind. I squealed with pain and pleasure as he forced his way into me quickly. Then he pumped into me long, hard, slow strokes, each with such force that they thrust me against the tree each time he slammed into me.

He Tore at my shirt, lifting it hastily over my head, and snapping off my bra, leaving completely exposed to him. Then he continued to pump me roughly, each thrust scraping my breasts against the rough bark. The sensation teased me nipples, strangely, and they stiffened as my arousal peaked. I thrust my hands against the tree, pushing away from it to give my poor breasts a break as the pain became too much. He kept one hand locked around my throat, pulling my head back, and his other hand slapped at my ass. Each slap sent a stinging sensation all the way up my back, causing me to cry, half with pain and half with pleasure.

Eventually, warm pleasure slowly flooded through my body and my muscles instinctively relaxed. I fell back against him as he lifted my legs from the ground, spreading them wide, and continued to pump his cock into me. I hooked one arm around his neck to keep myself steady, turning my head to gasp directly into his ear.

On the cusp of my climax he stopped to sink his fangs into my neck and the sheering sensation that crashed through my body pushed me over the edge. I trembled wildly in his arms as I cummed for what felt like a seemed like a happy ever after.

I only ran a few more nights, not really wanting to get away, but running as hard as I could, lest I not provide him enough of a challenge. As soon as I felt him draw close I would start into a mad dash. I got tired of running though, and started to simply wait for him.

He had approached me curiously, wondering intently, I'm sure, whether I would fight him or suddenly run. But then grinned at me as the realization struck him. I had fully accepted him as my master now. I did want to fight, I did not want to run: I wanted to belong to him body and soul.

He had tied me up that night, as a reward as strange as that sounds. He led me to a secluded warehouse, saying not a word as we walked. He dragged me alone by one hand in complete silence, and I trembled nervously, honestly a little worried about what he had in store for me...and a little excited too. 

When we arrived at the warehouse, he tied me suspended into the air, my stomach hanging over the floor, my head level with his thighs. The ropes wrapped tightly around me feet, thighs, stomach, arms, and my neck. They pulled me tightly to the ceiling, gravity arching my back. He left me like this for the longest time, examining me from every angle, savouring the sight of my helpless form.

He toyed with me for the longest time: He would gently caress me one moment, then pinch me harshly the next. Run his hands over my breasts, then squeeze my nipples to hear me cry. Brush at my ass with his finger tips, and then slap his hand upon it harshly.

Finally when he sensed I could bare no more, he tied my legs spread far apart and entered me slowly, pushing into me deeply. He Pumped me gently at first, then harder and faster as our excitement grew. He grabbed my hair forcefully and pulled my head back, arching my body back, straining every muscle in my body. My body swayed, suspended in the air, as he fucked me, pumped into me over and over.

"Darrien," I had screamed his name, and he rebuked me, instructing me only to call him master. That excited me further and he grabbed my throat as he continued to thrust into me again and again, putting most of his force into it.

We reached our orgasms simultaneously, and I collapsed against my bonds. He cut me down, but kept my arms bound, and cradled me in his arms. He drank from me very slowly that night, nibbling at different arteries amongst my body, taking only a little bit at a time. Each bite sending a wonderful wave of pleasure bordering on pain. He left me weak, my mind nearly shattered by bliss the next morning.

I suddenly realize my hand as drifted into my panties as I think fondly on our lovemaking. My fingers drenched in my own juices as I have nearly worked myself to orgasm. I'm surprised I know how to do this to myself, as I've never done it before, but I don't stop. I keep working myself to orgasm and my back arches, I lift my hips from the bed as I cry out. I throw a hand over my mouth to stifle the sounds as I fear I may wake the neighbours at this late hour.

When the waves of orgasm finally retreat I find myself collapsed on my bed, my sheets in a tussle, my nightgown all the way over my chest, exposing my breasts to the cool air, and my hand still down my panties, a finger still curled inside of me. I pant for air as I sweat, my mind recalling Darrien's eyes gazing into my soul.

How I miss him.

And then I realize: He is gone.

With a shock of sudden realization and fear I shoot out of my bed and my mind begins to race. I had been so preoccupied with my memories and I had not realized it: But I cannot feel him anymore.

Darrien's presence had been a calming reminder of his existence, and it was nice feeling him as if he there with me always. It had been such a long time since I could not feel him that his sudden absence was jarring. It feels like someone has ripped a huge hole out of my soul.

I quickly start getting dressed. I know his last location, I had felt his familiar presence, the direct effect of the rune carved into the back of my hand, what seemed like only moments ago, before my... yearnings. I don't know why he has disappeared, but I can't help but fear the worst. My plan is simply to make my way to his last known location and see if I can find some clues as to where he has gone.

This isn't the first time he disappeared, I remember the morning I had landed in Venice: He had obscured himself from me, intentionally. But its different this time, I can't put my finger on why though. I guess for one thing he was very far away from me last I felt him, whereas in Venice I was close and he has obscured himself to prevent me from finding him. That was before I had known I truly loved him, I had meant to kill him that night, before he had opened my eyes to my true self. Tonight, he had no reason to hide himself from me. Something else was wrong.

I make way out of my tiny apartment, situated in the slums of a small American town. The instant I reach the street I can sense something else...something very other. I can't describe it, really. But there is an aura, something palpable. This new instinctive feeling is so strong it makes me stop in my hasty tracks. I realize the streetlights are not lit, and thus it is very dark.

I'm being watched.

A familiar voice calls to me from the darkness of the street: "Hello Samantha, I have been looking a long time for you."

It's Davik...



Hunted Ch. 06



Disclaimer: Warning! This story contains some fetishes that may make some uncomfortable: BDSM, Bondage, and Bloodplay for example. Also this story contains gothic themes such as Vampires, Demons, etc. If this is not for you then hit the back button on your browser now. Otherwise, I hope you enjoy!

-Dannygirl

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23 YEARS AGO...

David hit the cold stone floor with a sickening thud. The towering walls of this ancient, abandoned castle's courtyard seemed to spin wildly around him as he fought to keep his consciousness. His eyes rested on the sword lying only a few feet from his body, and he reached for it weakly, desperately. Blood dripped down the worried creases of his forehead and over his nose.

The demon stalked slowly towards him, chuckling. This monster, adorned in the skin of the man he had possessed, had killed so many of his fellow hunters, his comrades, his friends... It did so without effort, without remorse, for it possessed psychic abilities that were beyond imagining. There was, truely, no way to stop it.

David's fingers brushed futilely against the hilt of his sword as he struggled to grab onto it. He wasn't about to just lay back and let this thing kill him: He would go down fighting to the very end. Every muscle in his body seemed to be on fire, his every nerve screamed in agony, as much as tried, his body would not let him reach the sword.

"Is this really the best you mortals have to face me?" it gloated. "And you call yourselves hunters? Pathetic."

Just then, with a dreadful tearing noise, a single arrow pierced the heart of the demon: The monster cried out in utter agony, but he did not even fall. The arrow had pierced it from behind, and so it turned around to face the new defender.

"Margaret, no!" David groaned, fighting to lift himself from the floor, but finding himself still too paralyzed with pain and fear. He could not bear the thought of what this demon would do to her, to the woman he loved more than anything else in the world.

She stood in the archway leading into the courtyard. A cold breeze blew through her dark hair as she dropped her crossbow to her side and drew her sword instead. Her deep blue eyes fixated on the demon who was going to kill the man she loved. She could not bear the thought of what she had to do, but anything was better than leaving her beloved David to the horrors of this monster.

"You will not hurt him," she cried out defiantly, despite her body trembling with fear.

"Interesting," the demon grinned, drawing a blade of his own, "now this might be fun."

Margaret swallowed back the dryness in her throat. She could barely lift her own sword her arms quivered so, but one glance at her beloved David lying upon the floor, gasping for air, and her resolve was renewed. She charged forward lifting her sword above her head, and then bringing it down quickly over the demon.

The demon blocked her blow with ease and deftly stepped to the side striking at her with the pommel of his blade. He moved too fast for her to react and he struck her in the back so hard the air was knocked from her lungs.

Her vision flashed with bright white light as she stumbled to the floor, just over her soulmate. Every cell in her body pleaded to give in to the urge to pass out. But she struggled and heaved for air and quickly her vision came back to her.

She could feel the demon slowly coming up behind her and with great effort she pounced to her feet and spun around, twirling the blade around in the air fiercely. The demon had not expected her to recover so quickly and the blow caught him square in the chest.

He wailed as he stumbled back, barely remaining on his feet. One hand shot to his chest and fumbled around in shock, apparently he could not fathom Margaret landing any hits at all. Margaret chewed on her lip nervously as she watched the demon. That strike would've killed any ordinary man, but she knew the demon was far from ordinary. Still, she couldn't help but pray the demon would just lay back and die. It would save her so much trouble...

The thing, as if still in shock, began to laugh wildly, maniacally. His eyes grew large, and Margaret trembled as she looked into them, she could see a sort of blood-lust in them she had not seen in even the hungriest of vampires.

"Impressive," he smiled so wide the corners of his mouth stretched beyond what was normal for a human being. "Now that is more like it."

Margaret gritted her teeth as she raised her sword again, ready to continue the fight. Despite her abject horror, she felt a sort of confidence growing. Perhaps she could do this after all. As if to answer that thought the demon simply disappeared.

The shock was apparent in her face: One moment it was standing not more than 10 feet in front of her, in the middle of the courtyard, the next it was gone. She glanced around rapidly, her eyes searching the courtyard frantically. Then she felt it: Hot breath on her neck, and she realized... It was standing right behind her.

She spun around quickly, swinging the sword as she did before, but this time it caught her blade mid-swing. She gasped as she struggled with both hands to pull the blade from its grasp, but it would not budge. It punched her squarely in the chest and again her vision was hit with a flash of white light. This time even her ears began to ring loudly. She did not realize it right away, but she had fallen to the floor: When her vision returned she gazed upon her beloved David, this time reaching not for his sword but for her hand.

A tear streamed down her cheek as she reached back for him.

The demon laughed over them, his laugh echoing menacingly throughout the courtyard. He cast Margaret's sword aside, then took his own and placed the blade to David's throat. "No, please, don't..." It was all she could do to beg.

"I will tell you what," the demon sneered, "I will not only leave him alive, but I will leave the mortal world in peace, if you, and you alone, agree to my terms, my dear."

Margaret winced. Probably the most important thing she had learned in her long life, growing up an orphan in the church, learning to be a hunter, was simply: Never cut a deal with a demon.

But this was the only way to save David...

"What do you want?" she coughed against the pain in her chest, dreading the answer.

"I want you to bear my child..."

The words struck her deep, every part of her soul went cold. She had known that was coming, but she could not be prepared for it, no matter how much she tried.

"Why?" she seethed, disgust trembling her very soul.

"That is none of your business. Futhermore, I will not promise to leave this mortal coil indefinitely: I will return when the child loses its virginity."

"That's insane!" David yelled out, "why would we doom an innocent child just to have a few short years of reprieve!?"

"If you do not agree to my terms, you will both die here and now. If you do accept my terms it is unlikely you will live my dear," he sneered down to margaret, "if you survive the pregnancy, you will not survive childbirth. But you will save the man you love."

At those words, Margaret's eyes lit up with shock: "Yes, that is right, I could tell the instant I saw you," the Demon chuckled with superiority.

She gulped, her throat becoming very dry again, "I'll..."

"No...Don't..." David groaned, still unable to do anything but watch the events unfold before him.

Margaret clenched her teeth, trying oh so hard to be brave: Her choice was clear, she would do anything to save David. "I'll do it."

The demon lifted Margaret by her hair onto her feet. She groaned with pain as she was pulled onto her feet, and then when he let her go to stand on her legs nearly collapsed from the weight of her limp body, but he grabbed her throat and pushed her back against a cold, rough, stone wall.

Her hands meekly grasped his, struggling futilely against him. Reflexively, she tried to knee him in the crotch, but he brought one hand down to grab her thigh and pull it up, giving his other hand access to her nether-region. He began to rub her through her pants and she gasped, pounding on his chest with balled up fists. Her hands made a sickening thud as they pounded on the blood leaking down from the gaping sword wound.

He pushed her against the wall again with force, growing frustrated with her struggles. "Relax, hunter, I promise you will enjoy this."

With both hands he grabbed either side of her head and wrenched her eyes to meet his. She tried to wrestle her head away but inevitably her eyes met his. As she stared deep into his eyes she felt everything melt away. Her pain, her fear, even her concern for her beloved David. It was all replaced with a growing heat inside her, one that radiated from her pussy and throbbed throughout her entire body.

She felt her cheeks blush hot with blood and with a moan she let her body fall limply against the Demon's. "Forgive me David," she moaned meekly: She felt so ashamed, how could she be letting this thing turn her on so.

With her futile struggles past, the Demon gently pulled her pants down around her ankles, and Margaret complied by kicking them off.

David could bear to watch no more, still unable to lift even a finger to help the woman he loved, he could only curl up into the fetal position, and squeeze his eyes shut.

The demon moved a hand up her back under blouse. His touch was electric, sparking fire throughout her nerves as he grazed them delicately. His soft fingers deftly unclasped her sports bra, and she felt her breasts pop out as if reaching for him, her nipples growing hard with arousal, scratching against the fabric of her blouse.

The demon ran his skilled hand against the back of her neck, under her long black hair, and then drew his lips close to hers. She cursed herself for letting him control her so easily, but she could not help herself: He waited, with his lips so lusciously close to hers, but he did not make the contact, he let her meet him instead, as proof that he had her under his control.

She ran her hands underneath the demon's shirt, his skin was warm, his muscles chiseled. The Demon has possessed a fit and very physically active man it seemed. His skin was sticky with blood but she did not care.

His tongue forked hers in her mouth, its invasion into her oral cavity causing her to moan against the embrace of their lips. She could wait no longer, she desired his skin, and so she broke the kiss to wrestle of his shirt. 

She soon found herself staring at the gaping wound in his chest with guilt. She chastised herself for thinking like that, she wanted him dead: how could she forget so easily? The demon obviously understood her gaze, and with a wink he exerted some kind of supernatural power over the body he possessed: The wound quickly began to close with phenomenal healing ability. Margaret smiled, feeling relieved he could heal himself so quickly, whilst a thought echoed in the back of her mind, something resembling terror telling her she should feel only despair that wound she had worked so hard to inflict upon the demon was absolutely nothing to him.

Their lips embraced once again and the demon began to hungrily nibble at her lower lip. His desire for her began to overtake him as he impatiently tore at the buttons on her black blouse. He pulled open her blouse and tore off her bra, leaving her heaving breasts exposed. Then with that same blood-lust in his eyes, which before was hauntingly terrifying, was now hauntingly beautiful to her, he took her breast in his strong, powerful hand and began to suckle at her nipple with his lips gently.

She moaned out loud, his expert touch burned a fire of electricity through her chest that spread down to her pussy, exciting her like nothing ever before. The demon chuckled, how easily these mortals could be controlled. Oh well, they were all slaves to their desires in the end.

He thrust his hard cock, still trapped in the confines of his denim jeans, against her pussy, the moisture seeping off it through her panties. The feel of the light penetration had her screaming out loud, and at the same time the desire to feel it inside of her ripped through her.

He moved his fingers down her pelvis deftly, sliding them under her panties and hooking a finger into her folds deeply. Margaret's breathing quickened at the penetration, involuntarily she grinded her hips against his hand, animal lust looking to expedite her satisfaction.

"Interesting," the demon snickered, "not a virgin after all: I thought all you hunters made some kind of devotion to god." Margaret did not respond, instead only kissing at his neck, her mind lost to the lust. "Oh well, it matters not."

His finger playfully began to rub her clitoris gently, and Margaret nearly came from the shock of it. He was too much an expert to let her climax though, bringing her to the brink and then pulling away teasingly.

At last he tore off her panties and she worked off his pants, revealing his hard member, glistening with the excitement of pre-cum. Even though Margaret had never done anything like this, she could not resist the urge to taste, and so she ran her tongue along his long, solid, shaft. He moaned ever so slightly, smirking down at her with a cocky attitude. Deep down she knew he was controlling her, but she could not summon the desire to fight back.

She enveloped his cock with her mouth, taking it into lips, suckling it, gazing up at the smug bastard above her. He gently rubbed her cheek with one hand as sneered down at her, how sexy she looked with his cock buried in her mouth. Sure, her skills were the result of the spell he cast over her, but never had a conquest felt so good.

When he was satisfied with her mouth, and desired another orifice he took her hand and pulled her up off her knees. As he rammed his cock into her pussy she slammed back against the stone once again and screamed out in joy. He took her rough then, pounding into her harder and harder with each stroke, grunting and groaning with the effort of it.

Margaret felt as if she lost more and more of her sanity with each thrust. He penetrated her more deeply into her innermost folds each time he pounded into her. The warmth that pervaded her body became an icy cold tingling that radiated from her pussy as each thrust of his cock brought her closer and closer to orgasm. She thrust her hips in tune with his, eagerly seeking her satisfaction.

Finally, with a long groan of victory, the demon released his seed into her belly: Margaret could feel the sheer heat of it inside of her. His cum pouring into her, filling her... The sheer sensation of it brought her to climax and she screamed with earth-shattering pleasure.

When he was done with her he let her collapse on the floor. She lay there quivering for the longest time after the Demon receded into the night, not to be seen again until the child he had just implanted in her had lost its virginity. Their combined juices seeping from her stretched nether-lips. Her mind temporarily blank, inebriated by the pleasures he had dealt upon her.

Somewhere, in the back of her mind, she saw David crawling over to her: Tears streaming down his face.

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With a gasp the vision fades and reality hits me like a bag of bricks. My knees feel weak and it takes all of my effort to not fall over. I saw everything through her eyes (and felt everything... I chastise myself for the wetness growing in my panties), Margaret, the woman I somehow, innately, understand was my mother. Understanding hits me, like a second pass of that bag of bricks: Margaret was my mother! And David: The Father who had raised me like his own. I had called him father only because he was the priest, I never understood how much that tile really must have meant to him coming from my lips.

The shock of it all is too much to take in, and I almost forget about my current situation. Davik stands before me, with cocky smile on his lips. Not Davik's cocky smile but.... OH GOD.

"You!" tears well up in my eyes. No, I don't believe this...

His grin grows wider, so unnaturally so it seems to stretch up almost to his eyes.

"You're....my....father...." I know it to be true. He IS my father, my real father. I am the child he conceived.

That night, that amazing first night I met Darrien, and he took me by force, under the stars, by the lake, when I lost my virginity. That had allowed the demon to come back. Somehow, he possessed Davik.

I ask without thinking, the question my mother asked so many years before: "Why?"

"As strong as I am, and I am strong I assure you, for all my power," he pauses, chuckling a little bit, "I am forbidden to remain in this mortal realm, even now my strength wanes here. But you, half-demon, half-mortal, you will be able to see my will is done."

"Like hell I will," I clench my teeth. Okay, so my mother couldn't beat this guy, but she wasn't like me: Half-Demon..... Whoa, okay I need a moment to let that settle in. All these years of wondering what I was, what made me so special, so much stronger, so much faster: In one night all my questions are answered in one crazy vision forced on me by this demon. I cannot accept this, I cannot be... It doesn't matter: I don't care what I am, it's not what I am that defines me, it's my actions, and I'll never become a monster like... I gulp back sticky saliva in my suddenly dry throat: My father.

I draw my sword, and he laughs. "Oh please do, the fight excites me so, just like with your mother..." He draws a sword of his own.

"Is that why... Because she fought you, and it turned you on, you sick freak!?" I yell at him angrily.

He chuckles, "no, no, when she fought me, she proved to me that she was strong enough to bear a child: It's not easy, you know, giving birth to a demon's baby. Any normal woman would die in pregnancy, I needed a woman who would last a bit longer than that. My fetishes are merely a perk."

His last sentence sets off my anger and I run at him my sword brandished in front of me. With a cry of rage and agony I swing my sword violently at him. He blocks the blow, retreating a couple of steps, and I swing again, and again. He blocks each swipe, the exertion showing on his face, fueling my confidence. Maybe I can win after all, my mother was only human, and despite not knowing what I was until tonight, I always knew I was something more.

After what feels like an eternity of furious fighting, Each of us exchanging strikes, he takes one last swing at me. This one is too close to the mark and I'm just barely able to dodge it, leaping backwards off my feet and hitting the ground. I roll quickly and then jump back onto my footing.

"Impressive," his breathing is ragged, though I suppose so is mine: The battle is every bit as tense as when I fight Darrien. "But you are my daughter after all. As fun as this is, I am afraid I must end this now, I am short on time."

I grin, my ego still inflated, "you're welcome to try." With that I charge at him again. I'm suddenly struck by some invisible force, however, and sent flying off my feet and landing hard on the ground on my back. I try to recover but whatever it is that struck me holds me down. I'm barely able to crane my head enough against the power to see the demon standing over me with a hand outstretched and a wide grin on his face. Oh great, apparently he's psychic: I suppose I severely overestimated my chances.

"Relax, my daughter," he gloats, "I promise you will enjoy this."

And with that he hits me again even harder with his psychic abilities. The last thing I feel before blacking out is the back of my head hitting the cold, hard ground. 



Hunted Ch. 06



Part 6

I woke up early the next morning, still holding Liv. My arms were stiff and numb from lying like that. I decided to check on Nate. Being careful not to wake up Liv, I slid my arms from around her and stood up. I quietly left the shelter and walked over to his. It had finally stopped raining, but it was still wet and foggy. 

Nate had his eyes closed but opened them as I walked in. I smiled and said, "Morning. You look like hell."

"You should see yourself," he smiled and laughed, coughing up more blood. 

"How you doing, bud?" I asked sitting next to him.

His expression turned serious. "Pretty bad. I can't feel my leg," he motioned to the tourniquet. "I'm coughing up blood. My ribs are killing me. I've been better." He leaned in and whispered, "I don't think I'm gonna make it, tell-"

"Whoa, back up Nate. You're gonna make it. I promise. Don't you dare fucking die on me."

"Listen to me. I'm serious. Tell my parents I tried to make them proud. I love them."

"No. You're gonna tell them yourself. I'm telling you. We will make it. Two bodies on my conscience are bad enough. I don't need someone I actually care about joining them."

"Don't be stupid, Matt. Look at me. If that lunatic shows up, no, when he shows up, I'm fucked. I can't run. Or even walk. The rest of you get the fuck out. I'll hold him back, keep him occupied, and you get out. Let's be realistic here. I'm next. You and me have done shit like this all the time and come out of it in one piece. It's no big deal. I just didn't make it out this time, that's all."

"NO BIG DEAL?! He'll probably rip your guts out and eat them! I'll say this once. We go together or we don't fucking go!" 

He was getting annoyed now. "You don't always have to play the fucking hero, you know. Do you have any sense of self preservation?"

"Excuse me, jackass, I saved your ass back there! Self preservation, my ass! I could've left you there to die! I care about my friends."

Nate started to reply, but Cody walked in to check on him too. Nate groaned and coughed up more blood. Cody sat down and loosened the tourniquet a little. "Feeling better?" he asked.

"Does it look like it?" Nate asked. 

Cody shook his head. "It looks like you took on Rambo and lost. Badly."

Nate snorted and started coughing up yet more blood. "That damn log felt like a train. I wish I'd seen it coming." 

"It was pouring rain. There was no way you could've seen it." Cody looked at him with pity. "Anyway, I'm going out to try building a fire. Coming?" he asked me.

"I'll be out in a minute," I said. Cody nodded and walked outside. I turned to Nate, "I'm gonna go wake up Liv. She slept like a fucking corpse last night. Ok? Shout if you need anything." I walked back to my shelter. Liv was still sound asleep. I tried to think of a creative way to wake her up, as well as get my mind off Nate's injuries, and finally got one. I knelt down and gently rubbed her clit through her pants. She moaned instantly and started grinding her crotch into my hand. I stopped as she finally opened her eyes with a smile. "Good morning, sexy," I said. "You were tired. I've been up checking on Nate."

Her head shot up, and her face turned serious. "Yeah? How is he?"

"He still doesn't look good. His leg's completely numb. And he's still coughing up blood."

"Shit. I need to go see him." She jumped up and ran over to the shelter. She was gone for about 10 minutes, then came back with Cody. "If he doesn't get to a hospital today, he's in trouble," she whispered. "He's barely breathing and his pulse is through the roof."

"Fuck. There's no hospital for miles, and we don't have any medical supplies. What do we do?" Cody said. 

There was silence until I said quietly, "Pray." 

Unsurprisingly, Nate succumbed to his injuries sometime later that day. I walked in to check on him sometime around dusk. He wasn't breathing. "Oh fuck," I hissed and dropped to my knees. I tried giving him CPR dozens of times, with no effect (my health class in my sophomore year in high school did a chapter on CPR, so all the kids in my grade had basic knowledge of how to perform it). "Wake up man! Wake up! FUCK!" I yelled and pounded his chest in frustration. Liv heard me and came running in, and gasped in horror. I looked up at her with tears in my eyes, but whether it was from sadness or frustration, I wasn't sure. She turned away, crying silently. 

Cody came over, but stopped when he saw us. "Oh shit," he whispered. Liv and I were both crying while he stood there with a blank look on his face, trying to comprehend what had just happened. I finally stood up and asked, "What do we do with his body? It can't stay here. It'll attract animals and maybe him," (I was referring to the guy hunting us). 

"It's too dark to do anything now. We'll bury Nate in the morning." Cody was fighting back tears. I'd never seen him cry before. "We should all go to bed. Maybe this is just a dream."

"Not a dream. A fucking nightmare," I corrected him, walking over to hug Liv, who was still crying silently. She continued crying into my shoulder. "Come on Liv, we need to get some sleep. Night, Cody." Cody nodded and took the tourniquet off Nate, retying Steve's hands with it despite it being covered in blood, and returned to his shelter. Liv nodded silently and walked with me, still crying. I took a good look at her. Her tears were running down her face and smudging the black stuff under her eyes. I still had mine too, and it probably looked similar, especially with all the rain we'd had. Like me, she was covered in dried blood and mud. It gave her a sexy, rugged, badass-girlfriend look. Especially with her tight USMC field pants and tank top-turned-belly shirt. We saw Steve, sitting by the fire. He smirked at me. Instantly, anger flared up in me. I balled my hand into a fist and took a step in his direction, but Liv stopped me.

"Don't do it. He's not even worth the punch," Liv said with red, puffy eyes. 

"Yeah. You heard the girl. I'm not worth it. So where's your friend? He dead?" Steve sneered. The little shit. I wanted nothing more than to go over and hit him. Maybe I'd let that lunatic chasing us have him. "He's not gonna help you now. He's dead. And who gives a shit?" he continued winding me up. 

"Steve. I advise you to shut the fuck up before I make you," I was straining to keep my voice even. 

"Ooooh. Is that a threat?" he taunted. He was asking for it now. No. More than that. He was on his knees begging for it (Just like his mom last night lol).

"No," I started walking back to our shelter. I paused and turned around, facing him. "It's a guarantee." I eyed him with loathing and went inside. 

Liv sat down in the corner, still crying. "I'm not gonna sleep tonight," she sobbed.

I sat next to her and put an arm around her. "I tried reviving him. You saw. But he was already gone. Couldn't have happened to a nicer kid."

"I know. It's just awful. God. I'm sorry," she looked into my eyes with sadness and apologies. 

"Don't be. It wasn't your fault. What happened to Nate was no one's fault. What a fucking way to die. Being hit by a log. Fuck me, it must've been horrible." I tried to smile at her, but I couldn't. "At least I still have you and Cody."

"I didn't know him as well as you. But I'm still torn up over his death. I don't know how you and Cody must feel."

I yawned and closed my eyes. "You don't wanna know. It sucks. Trust me. Now I'm going to sleep. Maybe Cody's right. Maybe it's just a nightmare. Night."

Liv said, "Please don't lie down away from me. I need someone next to me right now. Ok?" Normally, I'd probably be turned on if she said that, but in these circumstances, I simply agreed. She put her head on my shoulder and tried to sleep. Whether she did, I don't know. I must've dozed, because the next thing I remembered was Cody shaking me awake. 

"Dude, we've got a problem. Nate's gone," he said.

"Well, yeah. Don't you remember yesterday?"

"No shit. I know he's dead. I meant his body. It's gone."

I jumped up and ran to the shelter where he was. Cody was right. Nate's body was gone. I looked around the inside and froze. Written on the wall, in what looked very much like blood, was, He's mine. You're all mine. I'm watching you. I'm always watching. Beware....

How did Cody miss that? I ran back and brought him over. His jaw dropped. For the first time, he looked scared. "We need to get out of here. I hope that's his blood. If he bleeds, we can kill him. Get Liv up."

She was dozing but was instantly awake when she read the writing. She looked terrified. Even Steve, Mr. Balls-of-steel, was unnerved. There were only four of us left. 

"Jesus, he found us again," I said with a grimace. "And what's with the writing? Is that like his calling card or signature or some shit?"

Steve said with a sneer as if it were obvious, "He's not fucking Zorro, is he?" I ignored him.

"We need to move. Now," Cody said, looking around. "But where?" He looked around and stopped suddenly. His gaze was on a tree.

We had to climb a tree and stay up there. Cody went first. Then me, helping Liv. Steve came last, his hands still tied, with no one making an effort to help him. We all had to find our own branches. The last thing we needed was to fall out of a tree! 

It was almost nice up there, apart from a slight rain. I definitely felt much safer, as long as he didn't have a gun. We were talking and almost having fun until Steve started shaking his branch. Liv was freaking out, begging him to stop. Both Cody and me tried telling him. But what a surprise, the dickhead wouldn't. Until a gunshot rang out. We all yelled and ducked. Except Steve. He'd been hit in the shoulder. He yelled in pain and almost fell out of the tree. He finally regained his balance and tried to clutch his shoulder, with blood gushing from it. Then he was hit again, also in the same shoulder. One bullet is bad enough, but two must be unbearable. He screamed again and slumped against the tree trunk, but still very much alive. I didn't like him but I couldn't let him die like that. 

"Steve! You ok?" I asked.

He answered, "Oh yeah, just great! Fucking amazing. No, of course I'm not fucking ok! Do I look like it?!" he yelled. 

"Stay there. I'm coming down." I slowly climbed down to his branch and looked at his injuries. They were really bad. There were exit holes. I whistled and said, "Shit. It looks bad. Don't move. You're losing a lot of blood." I quickly untied his hands and made a tourniquet around his shoulder.

But then, a third shot rang out. It skinned my arm and hit Steve in the upper chest. I slumped over against the tree trunk, in agony and grabbing my arm, and Steve yelled, "FUCK!" Blood was flowing down my arm, soaking part of my shirt. It wasn't that bad though. The bullet just grazed me and took off layers of skin, but it still hurt like hell. Steve was going downhill. He had blood trickling from his mouth and was growing pale. I grabbed the tree trunk with my uninjured arm and looked up at Liv and Cody. They were both staring in horror. Steve groaned and lurched forward. Then I heard a creaking. The branch was starting to break! I grabbed the one above me and held out a hand for Steve, ignoring the searing pain in my arm. He reached for it, but the branch snapped. With a scream, he plummeted to the ground. I was left hanging there, a good 30 feet up. Liv screamed and started crying. Cody was gently lowering himself to come pull me up. He looked down and gasped, turning away. I almost couldn't look, but I had to. It was nasty! 

Steve was impaled through the tree branch. But he was still very much alive and screaming in agony. Until we heard barking. Oh shit! The shooter had dogs too! Now Steve was fucked. And he knew it. The barking grew louder until the dogs emerged out of the tree line. One was a Doberman and the other was a Siberian husky. They slowly got closer to Steve, snarling. Then they lay down around him, staring at him. Waiting for him to die. Or the signal to attack. Steve looked at them, resigning himself to death. But when the signal came, a whistle, he still screamed and tried to fight. But he never had a chance. Those dogs tore him apart, probably eating him alive. None of us could watch. I hated Steve, but I couldn't wish anyone to die like him. 

Then with another whistle, the dogs were called off, vanishing into the woods. Cody was on my branch now, slowly edging closer. I tried to warn him, "Don't come any closer. The branch'll break." It was bent dangerously far. Cody ignored me and tried to help me up. The branch continued bending. 

He had just grabbed my hand when the branch finally gave in. He was left hanging like me. Liv was the only one still safely on a branch. She screamed and said, "Shit! Hold on! I'll try and lower another branch for you to grab." She reached out an arm and grabbed a thick branch and tried to bend it down to us. But it was too heavy. Liv was slowly being pulled off the branch she was on. But still, she tried. Until her legs were spread to the point of almost a full split. We had a nice view, but were too scared to care. And rightfully so. With a scream, Liv lost her balance and fell off the branch, slamming into Cody and me, making us all fall out of the tree! There was the sight of the ground rushing up to meet us, then everything went black.

To be continued in part 7....



Hunted Ch. 07



Disclaimer: This novella generally contains content of nonconsent/reluctance, bdsm, and gothic themes like vampires, bloodplay, and demons. I understand these are not common fetishes, so if you are offended by any of the above, please hit the back button on your browser now... Still reading? Then I hope you enjoy the product of the dirty little corner of my imagination.

-DannyGirl

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Darrien takes a handful of dirt from the ground, holding it up closely to his nose and sniffing it carefully. The scent he's tracking seems to be getting fainter, and he frowns at this revelation: He had been following the scent all night from Samantha's old church and was hoping it would lead him to the one who had burned it to the ground.

Oh well, he muses: He was drawing near a small southern town, and he may as well see if the culprit had left any evidence here. Within minutes, he moves into the town, still following the scent, to a burned down home.

Okay, there is definitely a pattern here: Whoever did this certainly liked to burn down things. But who was doing this? Samantha seemed devout in her belief that it was Monica who killed the hunters she once called comrades and took her vengeance on the church she once called home for so much of her life. But this new revelation certainly cast doubt on that theory: What grudge would Monica have on a small town home?

"Excuse me?" the voice of a middle-aged woman calls out to him, cutting through his concentration. He turns to face her as she carefully approaches him with a scowl on her face. She must be some kind of over-vigilant neighborhood watch, ever spying out her window as opposed to minding her own business, foolishly checking up on a suspicious looking individual loitering just outside her home. Darrien considers her as a snack for a moment, but thinks better of it: He must really visit his beloved slave sometime soon, for he grows thirsty.

The woman peers at him, then upon getting a decent look at him her scowl changes to a pleasant smile: Something about Darrien's white hair and deep wisdom-filled eyes show him to be a distinguished and handsome individual, despite his youthful good looks. Of course, this is a perk to being a vampire, everything about his appearance is meant to draw in his victims. "Can I help you with something there, stranger?" she smiles alluringly at Darrien, thinking herself to be something of an old cougar.

"What happened here?" Darrien gestures towards the wreckage.

The scowl returns on the woman, "Oh, a house fire, nevermind THAT." She draws herself in too close for Darrien's comfort. "I think it's more interesting over at my place..."

Darrien gently pushes her away, "did anyone perish?"

The woman frowns, disappointment coloring her expression. "No, unfortunately."

"Whatever do you mean?" Darrien forces a fake smile, his patience being tested with this woman.

"Well, just between you and me," she draws in close, this time to whisper but taking advantage of the situation regardless. Darrien musters the contact. "A witch lived there. I bet she burned down her house doing some dark ritual. She's a heathen I say!"

"Do you know where this witch is now?"

"What do you..." the woman trails off as she peers at him suspiciously, the rusty cogs in her head turning, "Oooh! Your into that kind of stuff, aren't you?"

Darrien sighs, rolling his eyes, then grabbing the woman. She starts to cry out but Darrien wrenches her eyes to his, hypnotizing her. "Tell me about the witch," he demands.

"Uh..." she stares ahead blankly, "I hear she joined the convent at the church."

"Now that doesn't sound like something a witch would do now, does it?" Darrien chuckles, taking pleasure in picking at the woman's bigotry.

"Well, no, I guess not," the woman only continues to stare slack-jawed into empty space.

"You will not remember this encounter," Darrien states, and the woman repeats mindlessly. Then, he turns and disappears into the night, off to investigate the church, and leaving the woman to continue drooling out in the middle of the street.

Moving quickly from shadow to shadow he makes his way to the church in a matter of minutes. Studying the architecture of the ancient convent he begins to realize just how old this run down little small town must be. He leaps silently up to an open window on the second story and stealthily creeps in. He muses for a moment about mortal superstitions of how vampires are unable to enter the sanctity of god's house.

He catches the scent he needs, the one he's been following all along, and begins to sneak towards it. He moves into a dark room, lit only by a single candle, to find a nun, kneeling by her bed, deep in prayer. Darrien watches her for a moment, pondering the significance of this woman in all of this.

After a moment or two the woman notices him, and she quickly dashes for a bag at the foot of her bed. She draws a small dagger to defend herself, but she is a mere mortal, and Darrien easily overpowers her and forces the dagger from her.

"Please, don't hurt me," the woman begins to wail, and Darrien covers her mouth forcefully.

"I won't hurt you, just tell me what I wish to know." He holds her steady until she calms down, then carefully releases her.

She stares at him with wide eyes, kind of like a deer caught in headlights, completely tense and not sure if she should fight or flight. Finally, after nearly testing Darrien's patience to the limit, she complies: "Wh-what do you want?" she stutters.

"What happened to your home?"

"HE... burned it down... tried to kill me," she trembles uncontrollably at the thought of her assailant.

"Who?" Darrien presses the question despite her growing dementia.

"I didn't mean to summon him... I didn't know... Samantha..."

"What about Samantha?" Darrien's eyes go wide at the sudden and unexpected mention of his beloved.

"The hunter hated her: HE could use that," tears stream down her face, "But God will protect me!"

Darrien's patience ran out, and so he hypnotized her to be calm and to tell him everything. She told him about her rendezvous with the hunter named Davik. She told him about the seance with the spirits. She tried to summon a spirit who could tell her just what Samantha really was. It turned out she found out more than she could possibly imagine: Samantha was a half demon, and the spirit that was summoned was Samantha's father. The demon possessed Davik and burned down the witch's home.

"What does he want with Samantha?"

"To breed her: To create an army of demons."

Darrien felt the anger bubbling deep down inside of him. Never in the last few centuries had he felt such rage. The only other emotion so strong he had ever experienced would be his love for Samantha.

He had to get to her before this demon did. He couldn't let that monster touch her. He would rather die his second death.

He was out of the church and running towards Samantha as fast as he could before he even realized it. He still feels her, thanks to the rune he had placed on her so that he may track her position at all times. He feels a cold sweat drip down his brow: The night is almost over and he will have to spend the day hiding from the sun. Every second he is apart from her right now felt significant, she is in great danger. He had never encountered a demon before, but he had heard the stories... In fact he is sure that he is rushing towards certain death.

He doesn't run very long before she vanishes. The shock of it is so sudden that he stops dead in his tracks. One moment he could feel her presence, far away albeit, but there, and the next she was gone. Darrien doesn't stop long, he breaks out into a run again, this time even faster. He's surprised because he didn't realize he could run any faster. He supposes, a moment ago she may still have been safe, and now she is definitely not.

At least he knows her last location, he could feel it before she disappeared: the hole of an apartment she moved into recently. His best hope of finding her now was to go there and follow her scent.

He just hopes he will not be too late...

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I groan wearily as I return to consciousness gradually. Despite having slept for what feels like weeks, I awake with every muscle in agony. This probably has something to do with the fact I'm lying on a cold, cement floor.

I slowly pull myself off of the floor, every part of my body crying out as I fight gravity. I take a look around in my half-conscious state, confused: Where am I? I appear to be in some kind of run-down, probably abandoned warehouse. What is it about my life that keeps me coming back to places like this? It's starting to get to be a cliche.

Worse: I'm naked and there is some kind of rune drawn in red paint on the floor around me. ...At least I hope that's red paint. Okay, never mind the part about this starting to be a cliche: I crossed that fine line a long time ago.

A heavy metal door screeches open suddenly, and Davik steps through. Except, he's not Davik: The annoying hunter I once knew has been taken over by an even more annoying demon.

"What did you do to me?" I demand groggily, pinching the bridge of my nose instinctively to try and alleviate the pounding in my head.

He chuckles, "I do apologize for the repeated blows to the head, but it was necessary since you declined to come peacefully."

"I meant after that," I gesture towards my nudity.

"Oh," he grins, "Do not worry about that, I would not begin the fun unless you were present to enjoy it, my dear. I just felt you were more pleasing to look at this way."

"I bet you did," I crack my neck from side to side, starting to feel better already. "Despite your honey-tongued compliments," I quip sarcastically, "I'm still going to kill you."

He pulls up a dusty old plastic chair and takes a seat in it, "Why do you not try and come over to me and say that?"

"I don't know what you think is going to happen here, but if I ever get close to you I'm separating your head from your neck," I threaten him.

"I think you will find that difficult when you cannot leave that barrier rune I placed you in," he gloats. "It keeps angels and demons alike trapped within its bounds."

"You forget I'm neither an angel nor a demon," I gloat as I take a step, moving one foot out of the circle and planting it firmly on the cement outside the circle. "I may be your daughter, but I am also my mother's daughter, and she was human."

My cocky attitude is cut short, however, when I try and move my other foot outside of the circle I find it glued to the floor by some invisible force. "Problem my dear?" he laughs, "Your half-demon my daughter, so you are only half able to leave the circle. Which does you little good I am afraid."

"Well, I'll just wait for you to come to me then," I sneer at him.

"Oh, worry not," he yawns, as if bored by my threats, "that will not be happening either."

"Then what?" my anger begins to melt into frustration, "You'll just stare at me like some kind of freak show? You can't keep me here forever: Darrien will come for me soon."

"Oh I know," he smirks, "that rune he carved into you is of demonic origin, meaning I have providence over it. You cannot sense him anymore can you?" He's right, and he notices the alarm in my expression and that gives him his answer. "But I can, and I happen to know he's on his way." His words bring a smile to my face, I knew Darrien would come for me, and the confirmation of this brings me hope. "I am afraid he will not be here for quite some time however, but on the bright side we will have plenty of time for fun until then."

Suddenly, the room grows dark, well darker anyway: Everything seems to turn to blackness and the only thing I can see is the demon, still sitting in his chair with a big, wide grin on his face. The rune painted on the floor below me begins to glow and pulsate. I gasp as before me opens a hole, I can see a light from inside, fiery and red. Out of the hole climbs a shadow, as black as the darkness all around it, the only reason I can see it at all as it's very presence seems to distort the space around it. It gazes at me with glowing red eyes that seem to pierce my flesh and my very soul. Instinctively, I step backwards, but find myself frozen in place as one foot passes over the rune.

"W-What is this?" I tremble fearfully.

"Demons, like myself and my friend here," Davik starts to yammer on, "we cannot exist in the mortal world for very long I'm afraid. Davik's body is already starting to wither away, and my friend here cannot be here for more than a few hours at a time. But a Demon born in the mortal world would be able to exist here indefinitely! Think of the destruction it would be bring to the mortals!" the demon in Davik's body throws up his arms and exclaims with much glee.

"Born from... me?" I'm almost too afraid to ask the question.

"Yes," he grins, the corner of his lips crawling too far up his cheeks to look natural, "the offspring of a demon and half-blood would be a full demon."

The shadow begins to change shape: It's translucent form becomes one of flesh and blood. It becomes a man, as mortal looking as any other, except not like any man, it becomes the man whom I love more than any in the world: Darrien. I gasp, though, as I gaze into his eyes, they stare back at me with an emptiness not present in my the eyes of my beloved. This is not the man I love, but an illusion, a facsimile. Worse yet, the shadow is completely naked, and his cock is hard, erect, and ready.

"There is no reason you shouldn't enjoy this, my daughter," Davik smiles at me, I'm not sure if it's sincerely or mockingly, "I thought you should at least make love to the man whom you love."

But I know it's not him, and so I steel myself, raising my fists and threatening, however meekly, "Don't touch me! I-I'll kill you!"

Davik only laughs as the spectre stalks towards me slowly. I brace myself for battle, but suddenly an invisible force grabs my wrists and wrenches my arms over my head. It lifts me from my feet and into the air and I kick my legs futilely as the shadow crosses into the rune with me.

Darrien approaches, floating in the air with me, wrapping one arm around my waist gently. I struggle in his hold, trying to fight against his embrace much like the first time I met the real Darrien. He puts a hand on my cheek tenderly, and I find myself gazing into his eyes. Still, I see only emptiness there, this thing is not human, it will never be my Darrien. I tell myself that again and again as it kisses me firmly on the lips, forcing its tongue into my mouth as it kisses me passionately.

I groan against the tender embrace of its lips, as it slides its hand down my back, over my ass, griping it firmly. Its kiss tastes sweet, like honey, and as much as I try to fight it, I cannot help but enjoy the taste. I feel a warmth spreading from my mouth, slowly down my throat, spreading over my entire body. With each passing moment it gets harder and harder to think clearly and I realize, hazily, that this thing is affecting me somehow, drugging me maybe.

It moves a hand to my nether-lips, brushing lighting against my labia, and a spark jolts through me entire body. Suddenly, I am lost: All I can see before me is Darrien, the pleasure takes control and I cannot help but take comfort in the fact that it at least looks like Darrien.

I catch myself moaning as Darrien playfully teases my clitoris. Some part of my mind, a part that is shrinking rapidly by the second, rebukes me for taking pleasure in this. I feel his cock pressing up against my thigh and every ounce of my being wishes for him to penetrate me deeply. After all, I have missed him so.

But he's not... Or is he? Where am I?

I am in his arms, the only place I ever wish to be. Every part of my body tingles as if I am very, deeply inebriated, but the feeling is pure euphoria. My mind cannot form a coherent thought, but I simply cannot bring myself to care.

His lips suckle my breasts, his tongue licks slowly up my neck. My arms, now free, wrap around his muscular, naked form. I dig my nails into his back, the pleasure driving me on like a wild animal.

"Please! Fuck me!" I cry out in pure lust.

And so he does, he guides his cock towards my most center, slowly sliding in, filling me completely. I cry out with satisfaction as I feel him so deeply inside me. I wrap my legs around his, grinding against him, eager to feel the pleasure I so desperately crave. He suckles my neck with his glorious lips. I even feel a pain of disappointment as he doesn't drive his fangs into my flesh to suck my blood, but instead locks his lips with mine once again.

I kiss him eagerly, biting at his lower lip, moaning softly as he pumps into me slowly, steadily. Then he begins to fuck me quicker and quicker until he is pounding into me furiously. The sound of his skin slapping against mine only spurs me on as I bite at his neck. Oh, how I wish I could feel such immense pleasure always, the coming tingle signalling an approaching orgasm.

With a loud, bestial, groan he reaches his climax, and I can feel his hot seed shooting into my core. The sheer feel of it accelerates my own orgasm, and I soon feel my own sweet climax shoot through me like electricity.

I fall back, completely spent, hitting nothing, falling back on only air. I wonder for a moment if its because I'm completely inebriated or if I'm actually floating. I seem to remember being lifted off the ground by something... And the thought is gone. My mind is fleeting, unable to hold a thought for more than a moment.

Darrien looms over me still, nothing but lust in his eyes now. His cock still hard and erect. He has not had his fill, and so he grabs me forcefully by the waist pulling me to him. He guides his cock into my pussy again, this time forcefully, and the shock of it sends an immense wave of pleasure through my body.

And so it begins again, and when we both orgasm, yet again. He never shows any sign of stopping, rather he holds onto a stamina beyond anything imaginable. Each time he shoots his entire load into me, as if he has to ensure I get pregnant... Again, I cannot hold onto the thought for more than a fleeting moment.

I feel my body grow weak as we continue, and I wonder which one of us will expire from pure pleasure and exhaustion first, but I know it will be me. The thought flashes through my mind too quick to ponder on it for any amount of time: Will I die like this? If so, I cannot bring myself to care.

There is only the pleasure...



Hunted Ch. 07



I regained consciousness slowly, and sat up. Liv and Cody were still unconscious. I looked around and spotted Steve. Or what was left of him. He'd been completely torn apart by those dogs. Not to mention he was still impaled on the tree branch. All his fingers were bitten off. His navel was torn open with entrails hanging out. And one side of his face was literally chewed off. Holy shit, that was nasty! I'd seen some gross things before, but this topped the list. I can't say he didn't deserve it though. 

I suddenly heard a snap. I turned my head and almost had a heart attack. The guy stalking us was standing there, no more than 10 feet away! He was a creepy motherfucker, dressed in a ghillie suit. He had a mask on that made Slipknot (a nu-metal band, look them up and you'll see what I mean) look like pussies. Not to mention he was tall, like 6'2." It's indescribable how scary he looked. He was also armed to the teeth. He had a machete, a sniper rifle, and a suppressed .45. I looked closer and also discovered he'd stolen our Bowie knives. I tried standing up but he was on me before I could blink. With a swift jab to a pressure point, I was unconscious yet again. 

I regained consciousness for the second time, but I was already sitting up. That's weird. Why am I sitting up? I thought. I tried to move my hands, which were behind my back, but they wouldn't move. I strained to move them, but still nothing. "What the hell?" I said out loud. Then I realized what it was. "Dammit, my hands are tied." They were tied to a tree. I finally looked around, and saw Liv and Cody also tied to trees, both unconscious. I sat there for a while, no idea how long, until I heard footsteps. Then the psycho appeared, carrying what was left of Steve, still impaled on the tree branch. I quickly shut my eyes and pretended to still be unconscious. This was working until Liv came to a few minutes later and saw Steve's body. Needless to say, she screamed. I opened my eyes and saw the guy go over to her and slap her across the face. He hissed, "Shut up!" and went back to work. Liv sat back up, shaking, and with a big red mark on her face.

I was quickly filled with rage. No one touches her. I thought angrily. NO ONE! I strained and broke the rope that was binding me and jumped up with rage in my eyes. I made the stupid decision to tackle him. He was much stronger than me, picking me up and slamming me into a tree. Liv screamed and turned away. I stared at the guy, his repulsive mask really creeping me out. He gave me an evil smile and pulled out a knife. 

"You're next," he whispered and raised it, about to strike. He stopped as a pair of hands wrapped themselves around his neck. Cody's hands. He too had broken free from the rope. He grunted and held on, trying to strangle him. Until this maniac's military reflexes kicked in. He tried to shake Cody off, jabbing the knife over his shoulder, aiming for Cody's face and neck. Cody kept dodging until the guy turned the knife on his arms. Cody yelled in pain as the knife tore a huge gash in his right arm, finally releasing him. The guy quickly tackled Cody and retied him to the tree. He then whistled for the dogs, who came running and sat near the tree, just waiting for Cody to try it again. Cody eyed the dogs and gave up. 

The guy gasped and rubbed his neck. "Shit. Now, if you're done with the antics, let me continue what I was doing, and you'll stay alive." He had a raspy voice. He turned away and continued his task, which was apparently gathering all his weapons and traps. We sat in silence, watching him. Liv was crying silently, a combo of pain and fear on her pretty face. Cody was still bleeding, but was sitting tied to the tree trying to stop it. He winced as the rope dug into his arm. 

But the guy had forgotten to tie me up again. I looked around and noticed one of the knives lying about 3 feet away. Slowly, I reached for it, Liv and Cody watching me in anticipation. The guy still had his back turned to us, cleaning his sniper rifle. My hand closed around the hilt. I couldn't decide whether to jump the guy or pass the knife to the others to cut the ropes binding them. I decided quickly, sliding the knife slowly to Liv, who somehow grasped it and sliced through her bindings. She wisely decided to keep the rope around her wrists, making it look like she was still tied up. She dropped the knife and pushed it over to Cody with her foot. Cody also made short work of the ropes, also choosing to make it look like he was still bound. But he hung onto the knife. He caught my eye and mimed something with his hands, careful not to let the guy see. 

It took me a minute to get what he was doing. But when I got it, I instantly refused. Cody was miming for the two of us to run away while he jumped the psycho and stabbed him. I shook my head and mouthed, "No! You're coming with us if we run." 

But Liv wanted to get the hell out of here and away from all this. She nodded and seemed to agree with Cody. I sighed and paused, weighing my options. I reluctantly gave him the green light.

Cody nodded and flashed me a thumbs up. Trying to be subtle, he held up 3 fingers and started counting down silently. "Three. Two. One. Go!" 

We all ripped our hands free and jumped up, Liv and I sprinting for cover. Liv was tearing ahead, being a much faster runner than me. There was a startled yell from the killer as Cody jumped him. But then we heard barking and growling. Shit! We didn't think this through! Cody had forgotten about the dogs. I looked back, not sure what I was expecting to see- and started running even faster. The maniac was fleeing from the scene, but one dog was snarling and trying to chew on Cody, who was swinging the knife at it. But the other dog, the Doberman, was sprinting after us! I closed my eyes and continued running, praying. WHAM! I had slammed into a tree, and fell over in agony. I opened my eyes and gasped. The dog was closing the gap fast. Fifty yards...forty...thirty...

I turned my head and, ignoring the pain, yelled to Liv, who was about 30 yards ahead of me, still sprinting. Soccer must be really useful right now. "Liv, take my word for it, don't look back! Run! Run Liv! Climb a tree if you can." I looked back and screamed. The dog was on me. I closed my eyes hoping for a quick death. 

But it jumped over me and continued tearing through the woods, chasing Liv. FFFUUUCCCKKKKK! I thought in horror. Instinctively, I reached for my knife, but remembered I didn't have it. "Son of a bitch!" I said angrily, jumping up. Then I heard a scream. The dog had caught Liv. It had bitten into the fabric of her pants, and was dragging her away, screaming. "Hang on Liv! I'm coming to get you!" I yelled, and resumed running after her, ignoring the pain in my body from the tree and bullet wound. I had only gone about 100 yards when I heard a creaking sound and an object moving rapidly. I just had time to realize where I was, out loud, "This is our old campsite. With all those traps. Oh SHIT!" The last thing I remembered was a huge object coming at me and slamming into me, knocking me out for the 3rd time. 

To be continued in part 8.....




Hunted Ch. 08



Disclaimer: This novella contains scenes of non-consent, bdsm, bloodplay. It contains gothic themes such as vampires, demons vs angels, and violence. If any of this makes you uncomfortable, hit the back button on your browser now! Still here? Okay... Then enjoy the naughty bits of my imagination.

-DannyGirl

*

Something was wrong...

The demon, known as Asmodion, mulled to himself as he watched the shadow fuck his daughter relentlessly. He had taken the mortal's body, Davik, captured Samantha, all for this purpose, to get her pregnant with a demon spawn. She should've been pregnant by now, but the demon seed was not taking.

The shadow grew more and more upset with each orgasm, each time he ejected his seed into her. He pounded into her more furiously with each failure.

Asmodion grew more restless as well: He could feel the vampire known as Darrien grow very close, via the psychic link he had hijacked from Samantha. Even worse yet, there was another presence closing in, something either heavenly or hellish in nature: Being hellish in nature himself he hoped it was the latter.

"Enough!" his frustration grew to its apex and he dismissed the shadow with a wave of his arm. Samantha fell from the air and limply to the ground, she trembled and convulsed with pleasure on the ground, her mind nowhere near reality, the aphrodisiac in the shadow's saliva still affecting her.

Asmodion wasn't particularly concerned with the vampire, no matter how old and powerful he may be, but something was amiss, something was wrong. He got up from his chair quickly and walked over to Samantha, watching her intently.

Why wasn't she pregnant? Where had his master plan gone awry?

***

Darrien ran through the empty warehouse district with haste: Samantha's scent grew very strong and he knew he was close. Unfortunately, her scent was nearly blocked out by a much stronger one, one immensely foul by its very nature. Obviously, it was the scent of the demon that had captured her.

An entire day had passed already: Darrien had to take cover underground until the sun had set before he could continue his hunt. He feared the worst, what horrors could the demon have unleashed on his beloved in that kind of time? It was times like this he especially hated being a vampire. If it were not for the fact that the sun would have burnt him to ashes in mere moments he could have reached Samantha a whole heck of lot sooner.

He approached a dilapidated, abandoned looking warehouse, Samantha's scent leading right inside. He stopped for a moment only to steel himself. He had never faced a demon before, and he knew he should be fearful, demons were not creatures to be trifled with: They had psychic abilities that could stop him in his tracks before he even got close. In fact, he wasn't really sure what the plan was: He hadn't even bothered to think about it before now. All he knew was that he would rather face his second death then let the demon have its way with his beloved Samantha.

And so he broke down the door to the warehouse and charged in without any second thoughts or any regrets...

***

Groggily, I wake when I hear the loud crashing noise. I open my eyes slowly, surprised to see the darkness is now gone, replaced again with the dreary abandoned warehouse my father was holding me captive. Everything is blurry though, and spins around me. Whatever drug I had been given is still affecting me, though not as strongly as before, and the after effects of the pleasure leave my body spent. It's difficult to focus my mind still, hard to focus on any one thought. I'm lying on the cold cement floor, still in the middle of the rune that traps me. Darrien... I mean the shadow, is gone now, to where I don't know.

I try to pull myself up off the floor to search in the direction of the noise that disturbed my slumber, but it is as if I am in a drunken stupor, I don't have the proper motor skills and I collapse once again on the floor. I manage to twist my limp body towards the ruckus, and I'm not sure for a moment if I can believe what I see.

Darrien is locked in battle with my father. I need to consider for a moment if it's really him this time, but I suppose the demon would not fight the shadow he referred to as his 'friend'. I never was able to put up a proper fight against Darrien, but my father was in an entirely different league of his own, so I couldn't even imagine my beloved vampire against that monster. Which is the second reason I'm not sure I can believe what I see: Darrien is holding his own, returning each blow by blow and standing toe to toe with his opponent.

Still, I remember the demon's psychic abilities, a talent he doesn't seem to be taking advantage of, and I worry greatly about Darrien's odds. Desperately, I try again to wrench myself off the ground again. I have to help him!

But as I fall to the floor once again a solitary tear drips from my eye: I cannot help him.

Darrien punches the demon square in the chest, vaulting him backwards against a wall. The demon quickly retaliates, pushing off the wall and jumping atop my beloved. Darrien rolls into the attack though, throwing the demon off of himself. 

My worst fear is realized: The demon grows impatient with the fight, with a menacing growl he uses his psychic abilities to toss Darrien against the wall. Darrien struggles, trying to fight back against the unexpected attack, but his struggles are futile, my father's psychic abilities cannot be matched.

But something is wrong: I can see a trickle of blood running down the cheek of Davik's face, coming from his eye... Is it possible? The demon did say he could only exist in the mortal world for so long, was this limitation starting to show itself?

If so, now is my best chance to strike! If only I could get up off the floor...

Then, the unexpected: The door swings open and in steps Monica, the last vampire I expected to ever come to my rescue. But, I can tell right away: She is not a vampire, at least not anymore. How is that possible?

I try to yell out a warning to her, to stay away, to save herself, but only a meek cry escapes my lips. The demon does not hesitate, for some odd reason I can see a flash of fear in his eyes, but only for the briefest moment. He reaches out a hand towards Monica, and I can feel the sheer force of the power he throws at her ripple in the air, as if thunder struck and the electricity sparks in the room. I clench my eyes shut: Why did the demon use so much power against poor Monica? She couldn't possibly survive that kind of force! My curiosity gets the better of me and I slowly open my eyes to peek...

Monica's fine! In fact it doesn't appear as if she were affected at all. How is that possible!?

In fact, it doesn't appear as if she is concerned at all about my father, she is ignoring him completely and walking straight for me.

The distraction causes Darrien to break free and he uses the opportunity to run at the demon, punching him across the the face. The demon yells out, expressing his impatience and rage. He no longer cares about Monica and focuses his fury upon my beloved Darrien.

Monica kneels beside me, taking my head upon her lap. "It's alright," she whispers to me, as if to calm me. However, my eyes are locked on the love of my life engaged in the battle of his life with the monstrosity that I now should call father. Somehow, I cannot believe her assessment of everything is going to be 'alright'.

"Here." she smiles down at me, "I need to show you something." She presses her fingers up against my temple, and suddenly my blurry vision of the warehouse blurs completely to white. At first I can only hear sounds, echoes, but the images start to come to me slowly...

* * *

"Margaret, no," David turns to his beloved as he straps a crossbow to his back, "you mustn't be apart of this, there isn't much chance against this demon!"

"But, my love, that is why I must come with you, I cannot bear your needless death anymore than you can mine," Margaret responds, grasping his hand tightly, looking deeply into his eyes, begging him.

David? I realize quickly that the man I see before me is father David, the priest I worked under for so many years, the man who raised me as his own child, but, of course much younger in appearance. Margaret? I have no idea who she is, but she seems to be romantically involved with the father of our sect.

"Together, we stand a better chance than each on our own," Margaret continued to argue her case. They seem to be arguing about a demon: I hate to say it but if the demon is as strong as my father, they don't stand a chance. But David lived to be much older than he appears now so they must've beat the demon, right?

"You should listen to her, David," a new voice calls out into the room, and suddenly a man is there with them. Where did he come from? How did he get there? It was as if he came out of nowhere... 

The man looks older, with white hair and white clothing draped loosely over his slender form. There is something oddly comforting about his appearance, in fact, he seems to resonate with alleviating energy and wisdom. His movements are graceful and deliberate. It's almost as if he glows with a holy light. There is something very obviously benevolent about this man.

"W-Who are you?" Margaret and David both draw swords, they are cautious about the stranger.

"Please children, I am a friend," he smiles at them in a very friendly manner, confidently stepping towards them carefully, but then he frowns, "but I bring sad tidings I am afraid: You cannot kill the demon."

"Then what?" David scoffs, "we let him run amok, unchecked?"

"Chaos is not his aim, not yet," the mysterious stranger reassures the pair of hunters.

"What do you know of him?" Margaret demands, her curiosity driving her forward eagerly. What answers can this strange man provide?

"His name is Asmodion. He is ancient and powerful. I am afraid he seeks something more horrible than you can possibly imagine," the man speaks solemnly, hanging his head a bit. "He seeks a child."

"A child? But why?" David asks, next to bewilderment.

"A demon such as Asmodion cannot exist on this mortal coil for long, fortunately. The body he has possessed will perish, sooner than later. A demon child born from of this world could survive here indefinitely.

"Wait," David ponders, "if he cannot survive here much longer than we need not do anything, he will perish on his own."

"Yes," the man agrees, reluctantly, "but, first, he will find what he seeks, he only needs a woman, any woman, sturdy enough to bear his child."

"Then we preoccupy him until he wears out, keep him from breeding," Margaret exclaims excitedly, assurde she onto the answer.

"No," the stranger denies her, "he is much too strong, you cannot last long enough against him."

"Then what would you have us do?" David begs.

"I have a plan," the stranger declares, but with little fanfare, "but I am afraid you are not going to like it, either of you."

A pervasive silence dominates the room for a few minutes, before David finally works up the courage to ask, "And what is your plan?"

The strangers words are filled with doom: "We give him his baby."

His statement is met with a collective look of shock from the hunters, both are rendered completely speechless. The stranger chuckles, "Let me explain." He pauses for what seems an eternity, "but first I am sure you would like to know who," he stresses the next part, "or what, I am."

From the man's divine appearance and gentle demeanor, Samantha is already pretty sure she knows the answer. His words confirm her suspicions, "I am an angel." Just as David and Margaret collected their countenance, the angel knocks them senseless again, and they once again cannot bring themselves to utter a single word. "I, like the demon, cannot last very long in your world, in fact since I have moral objections to possessing a human to breach the mortal world, I cannot last longer than a few minutes here. This is why I cannot fight the demon, but I cannot allow him to birth a demon into this world either."

"Margaret," he beckons to the hunter, holding out a hand, "I told you, you would not like this plan, and I'm afraid I was not lying." He sighs, pausing for a long while, his next words obviously pain him greatly, "You must have my child."

Margaret is taken aback, her eyes wide with a kind of reverence mixed with terror, "W-What!?"

"Asmodion will try and cut a deal with you: He will agree to descend back into the underworld for a time, until the baby loses its virginity to be exact. In return, he will want you to carry his child to term."

Margaret protests, with a stutter, "b-but I would NEVER agree to..."

The angel interrupts her, "You would I am afraid, to save your beloved David. Asmodion knows this is your weakness and he will use it to his advantage."

There is another long silence as Margaret considers the angel's words. He is right, she knows it: If it meant saving David's life, she would do anything.

"You will make the deal with him," the angel continues, "but you will be tricking him: He cannot impregnate you because you will already be carrying my child."

"Why your child?" it is David's turn to protest now, the thought of another man, even an angel, lying with his beloved Margaret drives him close to the breaking point. "What if she were to have my child?"

The angel lowers his head, David's agony weighing heavily upon him, "The child must be the son or daughter of an angel, because, Asmodion WILL return, when the child loses its virginity."

David, in complete denial, continues to protest, "then the child won't lose its virginity!"

The angel speaks softly, trying his best to calm the poor hunter, "but it will: You, nor anyone else can stop that."

David becomes really desperate, and he blurts the only thing that logically occurs to him, "then we kill the child!"

The angel smiles, warmly, "you will not be able to David, you are too good a man for that: One look at the child," he stresses his next words, "Margaret's child, and you will grow to instantly love it. Asmodion knows this, just as you do, search your feelings."

David stammers, he knows the angel is right, but he continues to fight against the pain the very idea causes him, "but why must the child be an angel?"

"Asmodion's plan will be to breed his child. Only a half-demon will be able to breed a full demon in the mortal world. He will not be able to impregnate a half-angel. Also, only the child of angel will be able to stop Asmodion when he returns: The child will be the only hope to stop him once and for all."

"I will do it," Margaret declares, calmly, confidently, the resolve showing clearly in her mannerisms as she takes the angel's hand.

"There is one more thing, I am afraid," the angel pauses again, more pain mirrored in his countenance as he clasps Margaret's hands firmly, "you will not survive the birth, Margaret."

Margaret closes her eyes, hanging her head, and taking a deep breath. "That is unfortunate," she pauses, "but to save David, I will do anything."

"No!" David cries out, "there has to be another way!"

Monica lets go of the angel's hand and grabs ahold of David's with one hand and with the other touches David's chin lightly. "It's okay, David. I want to do this."

"I can't lose you," a tear streams down his face.

"I know," she stiffles a sob, the emotion cutting her deeply as well, "but this is the only way."

"Please..." David begs.

"It's okay, there will be our child," Monica smiles, despite her tears, at the thought of her baby boy or girl.

"Our child?" David frowns, he WISHED it was his child.

"You'll have to raise it, by all rights you will be the father," Monica presses up close to her beloved, and he wraps his arms around her, holding her tight.

David chuckles a bit, thinking now, too, of the child he will raise. "Alright," he sniffles, "I will raise OUR baby, but you have to name it."

Margaret ponders for a moment, swaying in David's strong arms. "How about? Nicholas if it's a boy, and Samantha if it is a girl?"

***

Samantha... Their child's name is Samantha.

Somehow, I knew it was coming, the biggest revelation of my life: How long I had yearned to learn who my mother and father were, and now I know. My mother's name is Margaret, a hunter who had loved the priest who had raised me as his own child. And my father... My father is an angel of heaven, and not the demon Asmodion, after all.

I laugh and cry with joy at the thought: I had come to accept Asmodion as my father and the thought that I was a half-demon was literally tearing me apart. But, no, I am a half-angel, born from a creature of good, not one of evil. I cannot even describe how relieving that is!

The vision ends, fading to white just as it had begun, and before me I see the smiling face of Monica. The vision she had shown me, a vision no doubt passed to her from my real biological father, had lasted only the briefest moment in reality, even if it felt like much longer.

"My father..." I'm still not over the wonderful shock of this new revelation, murmmering half to myself half to Monica.

"...Was an angel," she beams down at me, finishing my sentence.

"Oh! Monica, I'm so sorry," I leap up, suddenly full of vigor and life, and hug her tightly. "I'm sorry about William, it's all my fault!"

She grabs me, and rips me away from her gently, gazing into my eyes so I know she is telling the truth, "I forgive you, and I'm happy for Darrien and you."

"How did you find me?" I have so many questions buzzing through my head: How is it she a human now? She must've met my father, what is he like? Why hasn't he ever come to see me? But for whatever reason, that is the first question that popped out of my mouth.

"The rune on your hand blocks your father from finding you, since the rune is demonic and he is an angel," she explains, "but since I'm human, well now that is, he gave me a rune of my own, one that can track yours and protects me from the demon's psychic abilities."

"Your human..."

"Thanks to your father," she smiles at me.

Suddenly, our reverie is broken as Darrien hits the floor, sliding across it, reeling from a punch from Asmodion. Darrien launches himself back onto his feet and runs at Asmodion again, still able to fight, but I can tell he is hurt and wearing down quickly, he cannot beat the demon, at least not on his own.

"Darrien!" I cry out, "quickly, Monica, the rune on the floor, break it, I have to help him."

She nods quickly, understanding my instructions perfectly. She rubs at the rune on the floor: It was drawn from blood (Davik's most likely) and has dried, making it difficult to rub off. All she needs to do is break one line and the rune will fail, and I will be free.

Asmodion realizes what is happening, however. "Enough of this!" he shouts at Darrien, grabbing him by the throat. Darrien struggles against his grasp, but is unable to break it. For a moment I don't worry, Darrien doesn't need air, but then I hear crunching noises and realize Asmodion is snapping Darrien's throat!

I cannot help him, however, still trapped in the rune as Monica frantically tries to break it. Darrien's body goes limp, and with a smirk Asmodion tosses his body aside. Quickly, he dashes at Monica, and I try to yell out a warning to her, "Look out!" Asmodion picks up a sword off the floor, not even slowing down to grab it. Monica turns to face him, but it is too late: Asmodion runs the blade straight through her chest...

Monica's blood splatters on the rune.

"No!" I cry out. The joy I had felt only a few moments ago is replaced with a white hot rage. I've just watched this monster murder my lover and my friend...

"Asmodion..." I growl.

"H-How do you know that name?" a look of surprise flashes over his face.




Hunted Ch. 08



I couldn't remember anything when I regained consciousness. I was once again tied to a tree, but I had no idea where I was. My vision was blurry as fuck, but I could make out another figure tied to a tree, also unconscious, presumably Liv. I looked around as best I could, and noticed our attacker carrying a body over to another tree and tying it up. Gradually, my vision cleared and I could see properly. I tried to adjust my seating position, but an intense pain shot through my chest as I moved, probably fractured or broken ribs. I cried out in pain, and the guy looked over. He gave an evil smile and approached me. "Well well, we are in trouble now, aren't we?" 

"Why are you doing this to us?" I asked.

"Because I can. I enjoy death. Do you have any idea what it feels like to determine another man's fate? I love having that power."

I shook my head in disgust. "Unbelievable. Were you dropped on your head as a kid?"

His face grew red in anger and he reached down and punched me in the ribs, making the pain even worse. I yelled in agony and writhed helplessly. 

My screams must've woken up the others, because they stirred and opened their eyes. Both gasped in horror on taking in what they saw. 

He turned away and looked at them, then back at me. "My name is lieutenant Harry Abrams. I escaped from a mental hospital. No one knows yet. My cell guard is currently floating at the bottom of a lake with a knife in his chest. I served with the SEAL teams in Afghanistan and Iraq. I enjoyed killing a little too much. Killing terrorists wasn't enough, so I wiped out my whole team, which got the NCIS involved and led to me being dishonorably discharged and incarcerated at a mental hospital. My life went downhill from there. My wife left me. My kids don't wanna see me. I was pissed. I broke out of the hospital last week. I needed food, and could hardly just walk into McDonald's dressed like this, so I broke into a store and stole weapons and supplies and came out here to hunt animals for food. And I stumbled upon you. Remember that weird glint you saw on the way here? That was me. I considered picking off the guy driving the truck, but I wanted to wait until your means of escape had left. And I've been out here ever since, stalking you." He turned to Cody and added, "It was me that hit you back on the first day. I wanted to knock you out and kidnap you. I obviously didn't hit hard enough." 

Cody gave him a disgusted look and said, "That really fucking hurt, you son of a bitch!"

Abrams paused and took a breath and went on. "The fat kid had no chance. He tried to run, but my dogs caught him, and I finished him. I prefer to use a knife if I can. I like it up close and personal. I want to see their eyes glaze over as they die. And the girl, she never saw it coming. She fell asleep, so I took her knife and slashed her throat. But there's one thing that still puzzles me. There was another, the tall kid. What happened to him?"

I spat, "You bastard. It's none of your fucking business how my best friend died. Why don't you untie me and fight me like a man?" 

He laughed. "You? Fight? Don't make me laugh. I can kill you with my bare hands in dozens of ways. You wouldn't last 5 seconds!"

"Why don't you prove it then? If you're gonna kill me, you're gonna do it like a man."

"You want a fair fight do you? Fine." He grabbed a knife and started cutting the rope binding me. 

I stopped him. "Wait. Let them go first. That's my one condition." 

"You're in no position to bargain, but ok. I'll catch them later, once you're out of the way." 

Neither Cody or Liv had said a word. They were probably too scared! He went over and cut them loose. Liv looked terrified and just sat there. Cody gasped in pain as the rope fell away. I saw why. The rope had been cutting into the gash on his arm and reopened it, making it bleed.

I stared at them incredulously. "Well? Go! Get the fuck out while you can!"

Cody looked up. "I'm not gonna run away and save my own life while you die. I'm staying. I'll either die with you or help kill this asshole." 

On hearing this, the guy walked over and stood over him, holding his .45. Cody stared right back without a sign of fear. "Yeah, big man with that gun aren't you? I feel sorry for your wife; I bet the bullets are bigger than your cock, aren't they?"

He replied by pistol whipping him. Cody quickly recovered, his lip bleeding. He spat blood at the guy and laughed. "Come on, you fucking wimp, you call that pain? Hit me!" Abrams obliged, directly on the cut on his arm. Cody yelled in pain and grabbed his arm, "AWWWW, FUCK!!!" 

The guy turned back to me. "I lied. I'm not gonna untie you yet. I'm gonna gut your girlfriend as you watch helplessly. You must accept that this is beyond your control. Say goodbye!" He unsheathed his machete and took a step toward Liv. Then he stopped and said to me, "But first, give me your phone. And don't bullshit me that you don't have it. I saw you using it. Do this, and I just might let her live." 

"Why?" I asked, preparing for the worst and trying to subtly free myself from the ropes.

He snapped, "Don't move!" He paused and went on, "I want you to call the guy that drove you here. What was his name? Coach....Kay, was it? I intend to kill him too and steal his truck. I need transportation."

It was my turn to laugh. "So that's it? That's my deal? Die now, or help you, and die later. It's a tough call, but you know what pal? I'll take die now." 

He turned red and placed the machete blade against Liv's face and said, "GODDAMMIT! I am making you a fair offer! Do it! Come on, do it now and she might even be in one piece." Liv was crying with fear now.

Cody said, "Don't do it, Matt!" 

I froze, unsure what to do. I couldn't give him my phone. I didn't even have it on me! But I didn't want him to kill Liv either. Fuck! This wasn't fair. Then a thought sprang into my head. My phone doesn't have batteries. But he doesn't know that..... I sighed, pretending to give in. "Alright, dickhead. You win."

He grinned and lowered the machete. "Good. Now, give me that phone." Liv calmed down a little, but still sat there sobbing quietly.

I had to stall him. "Well now, you told me not to move. Looks like you're gonna have to come get it." 

"Ohhhh....." he started, trying to think of something to call me. He bent down and reached into my pockets, coming up empty handed. "Ok smartass, where is it?"

"I never said I had it on me. I don't know where it is. So go fuck yourself!" 

He turned away, thinking. Then with lightning speed, he turned and backhanded me. "You fucker! It's at your camp isn't it?"

I recoiled in pain. "I don't know. I lost it. I just hope it still works! That was an expensive phone."

"Well, we're gonna go find it. Take me to your camp."

Cody spoke up. "Suck a nut. We're not going anywhere!"

"Oh, yes you are. Or the girl gets it!" he pulled out his machete and walked over to Liv. 

She screamed and tried to shrink away from him. He put the blade to her throat and pressed down. She started crying again. "Please! Don't!" 

He ignored her and said to Cody and I, "You've got 5 seconds, otherwise the girl dies." 

It wasn't even a question at this point. I said quickly, "Alright, alright. We'll go. All of us." 

He nodded and walked over. He proceeded to cut us loose, one at a time, and retie our hands. We walked in front. He followed, holding the .45 and watching us. Naturally, we were talking and trying to come up with a plan. The problem was, none of us knew what to do. The odds were definitely stacked against us. We were unarmed and bound. The lunatic was armed to the fucking teeth and had one of the dogs trailing him. 

But where was the other one? I thought. Then I remembered Cody taking on one of the dogs while the other chased Liv and I. Cody must've killed it earlier. The odds just improved. I whispered to Cody, "Where's the other dog?" 

He gestured with his head in the opposite general direction. "All over there. I fucking tore it apart." 

"That's a slight improvement." I tried to smile, but failed.

Liv turned to me, looking terrified. Her eyes were all red and puffy. 

I tried to reassure her. "Hang in there, baby. I'm gonna get you through this. I swear. You'll be alright." 

We arrived at our original camp about a minute later. Bre's body was still lying there. Liv took one look and gasped in horror. She buried her head in my shoulder and started crying hysterically yet again. I put my arms around her as best I could.

The guy, who had been following us this whole time, shouted. "Hey! Let go of her!"

Something inside me snapped. I turned to him and shouted right back, "I'll tell you what, asshole. Why don't you come over here and try and stop me, eh!?" 

There was a pause, followed by a machete being unsheathed and footsteps. Then a pair of hands grabbed me from behind and tore me off of Liv. I spun around and kicked him as hard as I could, directly in the balls. He groaned and collapsed, dropping the machete. Cody went for it, sawing through the ropes around his wrists, almost cutting himself. Then he cut us free. 

The guy was just getting up, still in agony. Cody stepped up and raised the machete, about to decapitate him. That's when he whipped out his .45, and Cody was soon staring down the barrel of it.

"Nice try, now drop it. I mean it!" he paused and cocked the gun, putting it to Cody's head. The remaining dog had paused and was sniffing around, but came running over, snarling. Cody stared at it with hatred and probably wanted nothing more than to impale it, before complying.

Abrams spoke. "Smart boy. Now, all of you, start searching. We're not leaving 'til we find the phone. Now that your hands are untied, you should do a better job. Go!" 

We had no choice. We split up. None of us were making an effort, obviously. It had started to rain again, and within minutes it was pouring and we were soaked through. Ten minutes passed, and he was getting impatient. Until Liv found it. It was in the lean-to we had shared, and almost fucked in. She gestured for me and Cody to come over. Careful not to let him see us, we snuck over to her. 

"What do I do with it?" she asked, dripping rainwater. 

I took it and stuck it in my pocket. "Nothing. We'll just say we couldn't find it. And we need to get away from him. And kill that damn dog."

Cody said, "You're right. But how?" 

The guy noticed us and walked over. "Find it?"

"No," we all said simultaneously, a little too quickly.

His eyes narrowed through the mask. "Bullshit. It's in your pocket. I can see the outline."

I replied, being a smartass, "No, that's just my dick. It's huge isn't it? The girls love it. Unlike you, I actually use this thing." 

"Shut up. And give me the phone." 

"No. If you want it, come take it off me. I can't just give you it knowing Coach Kay will die." 

He sighed. "Very well." He whistled, and the dog came running, leaping and sinking its teeth into my arm. 

"Aaahhh! Fuck!" I yelled, punching the dog repeatedly. It held on and shook its head. 

Cody and Liv were freaking out, trying to get it off me. The guy came over and snatched the phone, but I didn't care. I had more pressing matters at hand! 

Cody finally literally ripped the dog off me. He held it by the neck, strangling it. It tried to fight back, but eventually died. Cody threw its body at the guy's feet with disgust.

"Oh my god!" I exclaimed in pain, grabbing my arm, now with both a bullet wound and a bite wound. 

Liv started freaking out even more over me. Then we all did when we remembered he had the phone. 

Smiling in triumph and completely ignoring the body of his dog, he held my phone and hit the power button. Nothing happened. He hit it again, still nothing. Cursing, he opened the battery compartment. And swore even louder. "You little shit!" 

"Hey, calm down, dickhead. I never said it had batteries." 

Harry smiled again. "Well, lucky for you, I do." He reached into his pocket and pulled out his own phone (which happened to be the exact same one), removed the battery and put it into my phone. It powered on, much to our displeasure. He shielded it from the rain and started scrolling through my contacts list, looking for Coach Kay's cell number. I didn't have it, luckily. He finally noticed and muttered to himself, "For fuck's sake, this is proving to be more trouble than it's probably worth." He looked at me quickly and continued scrolling through my contacts, and asked, "What's his number?"

Cody and Liv stared at me. I knew it, but I was hardly about to tell him. "Why would we tell you, Harry?" 

He stopped scrolling and looked up at me. 

I continued, "You're just gonna shoot us."

He had no response. Except to headbutt me and tackle me into the mud and start punching me, probably trying to beat it out of me. This went on for a while until Cody bent down and ripped the .45 out of Abrams' holster and placed it to Abrams' head, and said, "Get off him. Now!" 

Abrams complied. Cody kept the .45 aimed at him. Liv helped me up. I spat blood at him, and hit him square in the face, much to my pleasure and said with a laugh, "You can hit me all you want. But I am never, ever going to give you Kay's number. Which means you're stuck out here. And all the wolves and bears and whatever the fuck else is out here will hunt you down and tear you apart while you're still breathing. We'll see how tough you are then, trying to take on a snarling, pissed off grizzly." 

"Oh, but you are SO wrong! You have no idea what I'm capable of!"

Cody laughed and said, "Oh please. You're outnumbered and I have the gun. So shut up." 

Abrams looked at Cody and smirked. "But I have the training and reflexes." Without warning, he shoved the gun aside and punched Cody. He doubled over, winded, but kept his finger on the trigger. The gun went off, narrowly missing Liv. She screamed and started running away. Soon Cody and I followed, with Abrams hauling ass behind us, brandishing the machete. 

None of us knew where we were going, just that we wanted to get away from him. He was a persistent son of a bitch, never slowing down or stopping. Liv was tearing ahead, being an avid soccer player and track runner. 

But before we knew it, we stumbled onto our old booby trapped campsite. We stopped running, trying to catch our breath and praying that we lost him. We formed a triangle, facing out, each watching a different direction. Cody still had the gun, and ejected the mag to check the ammo level. It had 12 shots. He quickly reloaded and pointed it in the direction he was watching.

There was complete silence until he yelled and fired several times. Liv and I jumped and spun around. Abrams was dodging the rounds and zigzagging towards us, machete in hand. Cody missed every time and before we knew it, he was on us. 

With a yell, he swung the machete, which we all dodged, stepping backwards out of the way. I felt my leg catch on something, but I ignored it, trying to avoid being gutted. Big mistake. It occurred to me what I'd just done a split second after I did it. I had triggered one of the traps! It came hurtling towards us, a giant log, like the one that hit Nate. 

I stared in horror and yelled, "HEADS UP!" Abrams followed my gaze and dived out of the way. We didn't have time to. 

It slammed into us. Nate was right. It really did feel like a fucking train! The last thing I remembered was flying through the air and slamming into a tree. 

To be concluded in part 9, the finale......



Hunted Ch. 08



I ignore his question completely: "What did I tell you I would do if you got close to me?" If looks could kill my eyes would be burning a hole straight through his forehead right now. "Now it's time to separate your head from your neck!"

I leap out of the rune, thanks to Monica bleeding all over it, it is too smeared to be of any good anymore. I punch Asmodion right in the chest, that dumb look on his face, shock, makes him much too slow to react, and he gets knocked right off his feet and goes flying across the room.

I pick up the sword, lying on the ground next to Monica. She is still breathing for now, though laboured. I look across the room to Darrien, he is not moving at all.

Asmodion gets up, slowly, he is weakening: Darrien wore him down a bit for me. He chuckles, "Do not think that because you are my daughter, I won't kill you! I can always breed another ungrateful little wretch!"

"I am NOT your daughter," I grin, "so I have absolutely no qualms about tearing you apart, piece by piece!"

I run at him, the sword held high. I slash at him and he side-steps me. He hits me squarely in the back and I stumble a bit, but I recover my footing and turn to meet him once again.

"You cannot beat me," he gloats.

"I am the only one who can beat you," I correct him.

His patience wanes and he throws a hand up. A wall of telekinetic force hits me squarely in the chest and knocks me off my feet. But I grin as I see a gush of blood flood from his nose: The hit barely phased me, but it seems to have cost him dearly.

I get up quickly, "I dare you to try that again!"

He throws another hand up, and another force throws me backwards again, but I do a back-flip in mid-air and land deftly on my feet. Asmodion yells out in agony, hunching over as using his powers is clearly much too painful for him.

I run towards him and kick him squarely in the chest. He flies across the room, hitting the floor and continuing to slide with the backwards inertia. He groans on the floor, trying desperately to get up, but getting too weak to even do that.

Now would be a good time to finish him: But that's not my goal. "Davik!" I shout, "Davik, fight him!"

"Shut up!" Asmodion growls, climbing off the floor and running at me. I drop the sword and slap him hard across the face. He nearly falls to the ground with the force of it, but I grab him by the collar and slap him again.

"Davik! Wake up!"

"S-Samantha...?" he groans, and for a moment I can see Davik there in the facial expression, but he disappears almost as quickly as he appeared, replaced once again by Asmodion: "No!" He swipes at me futilely and I easily dodge his blows.

"Get out of him, now!" I yell right in his face, and throw him down again to the floor. He wretches on the ground, Davik and Asmodion battling for control of Davik's mind. This continues for a few moments, but then I get a wicked idea....

I grab the sword again, and with a yell bring it down fast right towards Davik. He screams as the blade closes in his face and... strikes into the ground right next to his head. He gasps for air for a few moments, silently staring into my eyes.

My guess: If Asmodion knew he was about to die in Davik's body he would flee back to the hell from whence he came. Question: Did my plan work?

I glare at him cautiously: He is calm now, but who is he? Davik or the demon? Well, only one way to find out, "Davik?"

"S-Samantha?" he murmers up at me, cowering like a scared little mouse, and I can tell, it is Davik: The demon is gone. I laugh victoriously and it bellows deep from my belly, "He's gone! And you don't you come back, you hear me!?"

Davik laughs too, nervously. I can see in his eyes that he's not entirely sure what the hell is going on. Then he faints, just passes right out. I chuckle as I watch him go limp. I suppose I should be more concerned for him, the poor guy has been through a lot, but he's always been kind of an ass to me, and Monica and Darrien are still in danger!

I run to Darrien first, selfishness I suppose. I listen for a heartbeat: I'm fairly sure vampire's still have those. After a moment with my head pressed to his chest my theory is confirmed, vampire's do have heartbeats, and his is beating! I shake him, "Darrien! Darrien! Wake up!"

He groans as he comes to. His eyes look first to me, then to Davik's limp body, and then back to me. He smiles with relief as I look to Monica. He notices where my gaze has wandered and he motions towards her, "go, go, I am alright."

I nod to him and run to Monica.

She is still awake and alive, but she is fading quickly. She lies in a puddle of her own blood, gasping for air as her lungs begin to fail her. "Monica! No!" tears well up in my eyes as I crouch over her. I'm afraid there is little I can do to save her now.

"It's alright," she gasps, fighting to stay conscious just long enough for her last words, "your father told me... William's... waiting..." And with that her eyes close slowly and she is gone.

I cry over her for what feels like an eternity. This is the second time her death has been my fault. Her sacrifice was not in vain, at least: It was her blood that broke the rune and released me. I hope what she said was true: I hope William was, indeed, waiting for her, and now they are reunited for all of eternity.

Slowly I linger back to Darrien's side, and flop down next to him. I rub his cheek with my palm as he gazes up at me weakly. "Are you alright?" I ask him, love and concern gushing in my voice.

He chuckles a bit, but it brings him pain to do so, "With your blood, I'll be just fine." I frown at him, it seems like an odd time for that to me. He catches my expression and explains, "I'm a vampire, remember? Blood will heal me."

"Oh!" I exclaim and I run for the sword. I use it to make an incision on my wrist and put it over Darrien's mouth. Much to my delight, he drinks eagerly.

The effects are almost instantaneous: His bruises begin to fade, his broken bones snap back into place. Amazing! The blood begins to dribble slowly from my wrist as the wound heals (I always did heal too quickly). Darrien is not done yet, however, but he is strong enough to leap on me, knocking me onto my back as he sinks his fangs into my neck.

I moan as the feel of his fangs penetrating my skin sends a wave of pleasure throughout my body. It feels like it's been forever since I felt his sweet mouth on my supple neck. My pussy begins to pulsate, yearning for him as his drinking of me sends sparks electricity through my nerves. I suddenly realize how very naked I still am.

When he has had his fill, and is fully healed, he slumps back against a wall. He moans with delight with a wide grin across his face. "It never ceases to amaze me how wonderful you taste, my dear," he pauses for a moment, "I do not believe you are a half-demon, or else your blood would taste foul."

I giggle, "actually, my real father was an angel."

His eyes go wide with shock, "a-an angel!? You never told me..."

"I just found out," I shrug, my face beaming. 

I cannot help but be happy" We've won! Yes, there were losses... Poor Monica. But we won! Asmodion will think twice before he comes back to Earth again.

I glance over to Davik, he is still unconscious, and it looks like he'll be out for a while. I turn my lusty gaze to Darrien as I bite my lip coyly. "You know, you just can't bite me and leave it at that," I tease him playfully.

"I couldn't defile an angel..." he mutters with awe. Is he really trying to squirm out of his responsibility!?

"Half-angel," I correct him as I get up. I pick up a long strand of rope, which amazingly enough seems pretty strong (Perhaps, Asmodion had intended to use it on me if required). "If you won't defile ME, then I will just have to defile YOU," I giggle as I grab his hands and begin to tie them with the rope.

"Hey!" he struggles against me, but it seems he is still weak from the fight. I suppose he still needs more blood: Well I can oblige to that, but later...

Playfully I use the sword to make an incision in his shirt, then with my hands I tear at the cut and rip his shirt in half off his chest. He still struggles, and I muse for a moment how the tables have turned now. I wriggle his pants off, and despite his struggles, his cock stands erect through his underwear. I waste no time ripping those off as well.

I take it eagerly in my hand, and revel at how it throbs strongly, my blood pulsing through it. I'm not sure I've ever seen anything more beautiful. I, like the vampire before me, have a hunger I must satiate, and so I eagerly take his glorious member into my wanting mouth. He groans as I suckle at him, happily lapping at his salty pre-cum.

He continues his struggles, genuinely not liking being put in the same position he put me dozens of times. He groans with frustration as he tries to grab at my hair, the ropes around his wrists making his grasp flimsy at best.

When my mouth has had its fill, I push him back forcefully and crawl on top of him. I grab his cock and position it just under the center of my wetness. His back arches as his hips instinctively thrust towards me.

I enjoy the helpless look on his face, and understand for the first time why he enjoyed doing this to me so much. I tease him, drawing every bit of this out as much as I can: I rub his cock against my labia. He groans with a mix of anticipation and frustration, this is hard for him, and that's the only thought that keeps me from plunging his throbbing hard cock into my moist pussy right then and there. It's just as hard for me to abstain as it is for him, believe me!

When I cannot bear anymore teasing, I slowly slide down onto his shaft, letting it impale me. The feel of it filling my cavity is pure heaven. It pulses inside me, so big, so warm. My muscles squeeze down onto his cock, as if trying to grab ahold and quicken its penetration.

As I push him into me as deep as it will go our hips collide. I rest there for a wonderful, long moment, savouring the feel of him inside me. His body writhes underneath me and it causes his cock to wriggle around inside of me. I moan long and loud, and when I can take no more I slowly start riding him. I fuck him gently at first, but begin to quicken my pace, losing control of my animalistic urges.

I grasp my breast with my hand, missing the feeling of his strong hand grabbing it firmly: One downside to tying him up I suppose. My breathing quickens as I feel myself drawing closer to my climax. Instinctively I begin to rub at my clit, each stroke sending jolts of electricity through my entire body.

This is fun actually: Using him as a fucktoy, taking pleasure from him rather than receiving it from him. A part of me misses being the one tied up, the one being used. But being the dominant one every once and awhile can be fun too.

At last, my orgasm rocks me and I gyrate on him as I shudder and moan. Waves of pleasure rock through me steadily, and when they finally recede, they leave me spent. I collapse on top of him, purring happily.

But he hasn't had his fill of me and his frustration is mounting. Carelessly I rested my neck too close to his mouth and he leans up and gnashes into me roughly. I scream out with the shock of it: He bites so hard that at first I feel only a sharp pain shoot through me every nerve, but then the pain recedes leaving a tingling sense of pure pleasure. My body melts unto his with the rapture of being drained of my blood. When his full strength is restored at last, he flexes his wrists, yanking them apart with a growl. The rope tears under the pressure and he quickly takes advantage of his freedom.

He spins me about, knocking my back to the floor. He does this so forcefully he winds me a little. But he doesn't let me recover: Forcefully he drives his still hard and throbbing cock into my sopping wet pussy. I cry out with joy as he grabs my wrists and yanks them above my head. He pounds into me hard and fast, each thrust hitting my cervix. Stars flash before my eyes as I receive the hardest, most brutal fucking of my life.

When he climaxes I feel his hot seed pour into me. The feel of it is pure euphoria and I cannot help but cum with him. We shiver with pleasure, intertwined with each other in the sweet rapture of love.

The battle... The love-making... When at last my orgasm fades, it is all too much for me: I pass out.

I awake what certainly feels like days later. I just feel as though I've had the longest, most wonderful sleep of my life. I reach over to wrap my arms around Darrien, but he is not there. Quickly I sit up and search my surroundings: I'm no longer in the warehouse, but in a forest in the black of night. I'm wrapped by a blanket, but still naked otherwise. Before me sits Davik on a stump, poking at a nice and warm fire with a stick. Darrien is nowhere to be seen.

"Darrien?" I mutter as I rub my eyes.

"He took off I'm afraid," Davik shrugs.

I immediately reach out with my feelings to search for him. The rune on my hand allows me to feel his presence anywhere in the world. But, now, I cannot sense him. I look to the back of my hand, searching for answers and find the rune is gone!

Davik notices me staring in horror at my hand, "He used his blood to heal the rune."

"W-What!? Why?" I frantically beg Davik for the answer.

"He told me to tell you," Davik takes a deep breath, winding up for a long speech. "He said: 'One does not clip the wings of an angel, he must let you fly free'. He says 'goodbye and he will always love you'."

"No!" a tear comes to my eye. I cannot believe it: Is my being an angel too intimidating for him?

Well that simply will not fly! A thought crosses my mind and I grin to myself: All this time Darrien hunted me, I was the prey. But, the tables are going to turn now. Darrien thinks he can run from me??? Well, there's nowhere in the world he can hide!

Cause I am a hunter: After all, finding vampires is what I do best...



Hunted Ch. 09



Who knows how long it was before I came to. It was still raining heavily. I had a splitting headache and my vision was swimming. My body was killing me, and my injuries on my arm had reopened, gushing blood. "That's my blood. That's, a lot......of my blood," I said out loud, struggling to speak clearly and clear my head. I tried to stand up but couldn't. What the fuck? I thought. Then with horror, I thought, Am I paralyzed?! No. I noticed the log was on top of my legs, pinning me. Well that's a relief. I sat up as best I could, trying to ignore the pain, and looked around. Cody was conscious and lying on his stomach about 15 feet to my left, but on the verge of losing consciousness again. Liv was lying about 30 feet in front of me, still out cold. But where was Abrams? I strained, trying to look for him. I finally spotted him, about 50 feet away, walking towards Liv's unconscious body. 

What was that in his hand? I squinted, trying to get rid of my double vision. Oh fuck! The machete! Shit, I've gotta get this thing off me! I tried multiple times to move the log, but couldn't. Fuck! What do I do? I looked over at Cody, hoping he would do something. 

He was awake, struggling to get something out of his pocket. He finally got it and held it up for me to see. 

The pistol! I thought happily. With his last remaining strength, Cody pushed it hard across the ground to me, before succumbing to his pain and losing consciousness, perhaps, but god forbid, possibly even dying. I had no way of knowing.

But there was no time to worry about that now. It stopped short of my reach. I grunted and strained, trying to reach it. Finally I grabbed it and took aim. This fucking headache and double vision was relentless! I had no idea how many shots there were remaining in the mag. 

Abrams was standing over Liv's body, about to stab her. I struggled to concentrate, trying to drop him with a single, clean shot. I finally thought, Fuck it. It's now or never, take the shot! and pulled the trigger.

The first shot hit him in the arm, making him drop the machete. It stabbed into the ground inches from Liv's torso. He screamed in pain and bent over. I poured shot after shot into him. Every single one hit him. I must've shot about 7 or 8 bullets. He was yelling in agony, many gaping holes in him gushing blood. He turned around and tried to walk over to me, but eventually collapsed about 20 feet away.  

With a massive effort, I rolled the log off my legs. I stood up shakily, and amazingly, my legs weren't broken, just heavily bruised and lacerated, along with the rest of my body. My ribs were another story though. All my clothes were wet and torn and covered in holes, as well as mud and dried blood, not all of it mine. My face was covered in 5 o'clock shadow and cuts and bruises too. 

Dizzily, I walked over to where Abrams was lying. He was still holding the machete. He was coughing up blood and convulsing. He suddenly grabbed my leg and went to hack at it with the machete. 

I was faster. I shot him once, the last bullet in the mag, followed by a dead man's click. The round hit him in the head. His head exploded, covering me in blood and brain matter, and he lay still, finally dead. 

I just stood there, eyeing him wearily, before dropping the gun. I went through his pockets and found my phone, still intact and operational. 

I stuck it in my pocket and walked over to Liv. She wasn't breathing. Sonofabitch! I thought, dropping to my knees. I wasn't sure what to do, but decided to try CPR. It took me several attempts of pumping her heart and mouth-to-mouth, but she finally gasped and opened her eyes. 

"What the fuck happened?" she asked, upon seeing me kneeling next to her. 

"Abrams is dead. I shot him. And Cody-oh shit! I need to see if he's alright!" I jumped up, completely forgetting about him. I ran over to where he was lying, Liv in pursuit.

He was lying on his stomach, still unconscious, perhaps dead. Like Liv, he wasn't breathing. I flipped him over and started administering CPR. It took longer than Liv, but he eventually came to, opening his eyes and groaning in pain. 

Liv and I smiled in relief. "Welcome back," I said. 

He groaned and shut his eyes. "Remind me to thank coach Kay for a fucking fantastic week." 

I laughed as Liv turned my head and planted a kiss on my lips. All the emotions and stress and all that shit from the past week or so seemed to be put into the kiss. It was messy and very wet, mostly from all the dirt and sweat and dried blood, but it was good, lasting about 20 seconds. Cody laughed weakly and said, "Oh my god. I'm sore as fuck!" 

Liv said, "Join the club," and stood up. 

I said to Cody, "Are you alright? Can you walk?" 

He attempted to stand, but his leg gave out. "Aw hell. I can't. I'll need help." I put his arm around my neck and supported him. Liv did the same with his other arm. We started walking and he said, "Damn! What the hell happened? All I remember is throwing you the pistol."

I didn't say anything, I just gestured to Abrams' bullet-riddled body. He noticed and swore. "Wow. I can't say he didn't have it coming." 

We walked over to our original lean-to. I set Cody down gently. Liv went to work examining his injuries and doing what she could, completely ignoring her own.

I walked outside and pulled out the phone. I stood there for a minute, debating whether to call coach Kay or 911. I opted for 911, and soon had police and a medical airlift on the way. 

They arrived within the hour, securing the scene and interviewing us. After some searching, they recovered the bodies of everyone. The three of us were presumably put on the chopper and medevac'd to the nearest hospital. I passed out before that. The whole ordeal had finally caught up with me. The last thing I remembered was being put on a stretcher, and my vision going white. 

I woke up in a hospital bed the next day. I was battered and sore as hell. Looking around, I saw Liv in the bed next to me and Cody in the bed on the far side of her. We were all still in our same clothes, and we all still looked filthy. They were both awake and talking quietly. Cody noticed me and waved, "Hey buddy. Feeling better?"

I raised my hand to wave, grimacing from the pain, and noticed I had an I.V. needle in my arm. "Hey. I've been better." I laughed weakly and said, "You?" 

"Same. I think it's safe to say we're all hurting."

"Hey, where's Nate?" I asked. Then I remembered. Oh shit. I can't believe it. He's really gone. I broke down, sobbing. Now that I had an outlet, all the emotional baggage I'd been bottling up over Nate's death came flooding out. "Holy shit! It just hit me. He's gone. He's gone! Ohhhh, FUCK!" The tears came gushing now.

Liv turned her head to look at me and said softly, "Shit, please don't cry! I hate seeing you like this! Listen to me. Matt. Look at me." I was balling and avoiding eye contact, but I forced myself to look at her. She continued, "There's nothing you could've done. He was too far gone. It's ok. He's home now, and he's not suffering anymore. Ok?"

I nodded and wiped my eyes. "It's just, that, I don't know. I can't believe he's dead. And because of that bastard. If he hadn't attacked us, Nate would still be alive right now. It's just unbelievable." 

She started to reply, but stopped when nurse came in to check on us, followed by a cop. He stood there awkwardly, and spoke, "I'm sorry about all your friends. They're all in the morgue, being examined. Your families are on the way to visit you. They'll be here soon. And one more thing." He reached into his pocket and took out the dog tags of all the victims. "We found these on the bodies. We all agreed you should have them, to preserve this tragedy. So....uhhhh......who would like these?" 

There was silence. Until Cody spoke, "I think Matt should. He killed the guy attacking us, and knew them the best out of us."

"I agree," Liv said simply. I just shrugged, trying to fight back more tears. 

The cop stepped forward and placed the dog tags on my bedside table. "When you all feel up to it, we'll need you to I.D. the victims. Ok? There's no rush. Whenever you're ready. Again, my condolences." He nodded at us and left.

Slowly, I reached over and grabbed the dog tags, trying not to irritate my body any further. Nate's were on top. I took one look and started crying again, holding the chain with a death grip. I pounded the bed with my fist violently and screamed, "FUCK!!!!!!!" which helped. Liv and Cody just stared, not sure what to do. I collapsed on the bed, my anger gone, and continued crying quietly. 

Our families arrived soon after. Naturally, each made a beeline for their respective children. My parents and younger sister, Nikki, were freaking out. I simply stared at them blankly and held up Nate's dog tags. "He's gone. Nate's gone. I can't believe it." 

My mom said gently, "Honey, his funeral has been planned for next week. If you don't feel up to it, I-"

"No!" I said rather rudely. "I'm going. He was my best friend, and I will honor him as he passes. You insult me by suggesting otherwise."

Without warning, I jumped out of bed, startling my parents, who yelled at me, trying to get me back into bed. Ignoring them, and the intense pain, I walked over to Nate's parents and stood there, not sure what to say. His dad was sobbing openly. His mom (the MILF, remember?) seemed to be beyond tears. I simply held out the dog tags and said, "Here. These were Nate's. He'd want you to have them." With that, I started crying again.

His mom was now fighting tears and hugged me, covering her clean clothes in dirt and dried blood. In other circumstances, I'd probably rail her on the spot, but this was no time for that. "Thank you," she said simply. 

I walked around to all the other families of the deceased and gave them their kids' dog tags. Most started crying. 

Then the doctors came in and told us the damage. Cody had a broken leg and a minor concussion. I had several broken ribs and a major concussion. Liv was ok, except for a minor concussion. We were all filthy, covered in mud, blood, water, dirt, and all sorts of other shit, as well as cuts and bruises. Cody and I both had beards too.

We were released from the hospital later that week, and life went back to normal. Funerals were held for everyone that died. Harry Abrams was buried in an unmarked grave in Arlington cemetery. His service was the only one we didn't go to. Nate's was by far the worst, being the person we knew and liked the most out of the fallen. The 4 dead, Nate, Steve, Nick, and Bre, were all buried in the same cemetery.

We still don't talk about it. We're still trying to forget it. It turned out that the mental hospital that Abrams escaped from now has increased security and no longer accepts servicemen. Every year, on the anniversary of their deaths, the 3 of us have agreed to go to the graveyard and pay our respects. I still don't know how I survived. It could just as easily have been me lying in the coffin. Or Cody or Liv. I just hope this never happens to anyone else. The pain of losing a friend is unbearable, equal to losing a child or sibling. My mom was in a car accident in 1992 which killed my unborn sister, so I know what I'm talking about. The guy that hit her was high on PCP and served jail time. You really don't want firsthand experience like my parents or I had. This concludes the epic story of what went on during the survival course (which literally was a fight for survival). This is dedicated to all the families of fallen servicemen in any past or ongoing conflicts. God bless you all.