Chapter 1
Esther moved along with the beat, feeling the music
reverberating in her very soul. She swayed back and forth along with the sea of
sweaty dancers surrounding her, and smiled sickly to herself. Her long, dark
red hair fell over her eyes as she scanned the crowd.
Men and women danced all around her, their bodies drenched
in sweat, their heart rates elevated. Esther could hear each and every one of
them, her body swaying to the sound of the many heart beats that filled the
room. She could smell their hormones, each of them dripping with lust and
excitement, their need for sex pouring out of their pores.
She was drunk with the smell, her arousal intense as she
slowly moved through the crowd, seeking out her prey. She was looking for her
new progeny, her new lover, her next companion in this long, long life. She
smelled each of the men and women as she slipped by them, surveying them
closely with her dark, blackened eyes that hid behind the curtain of her hair.
Suddenly, she smelled fear coming from nearby. The intense
feeling was intriguing, and she looked over at a young woman standing still a
few feet from her. She was staring at Esther with a panicked look, and as Esther
moved closer, she realized what she was.
A Witch, in this God forsaken night club, staring right at
her. She came to this club often, as did many of her kind, and wondered what in
God’s name a Witch would be doing here. She looked at the young Witch and
smiled, flashed her pointed teeth for the woman to see.
The young woman gasped, and moved to turn, her fear peaking
as she fled.
Esther relished her scent, loving her intense fear, her
predatory instincts taking over as she effortlessly moved through the swaying
bodies towards the fleeing woman. She felt her lust for the girl as she followed
her heartbeat, even more elevated than those of the people dancing around her.
She then saw the woman’s long, brown hair flowing behind
her, and grabbed it, pulling her to the nearest wall so fast that no one in the
crowd even noticed her. She slammed the woman up against the wall, punching the
wall next to her head and leaning in, breathing right in her ear as she
whispered.
“What are you doing here? Your kind are not welcome in this
place,” She said seductively, breathing deeply as she sensed the young woman’s
fear pulsing through her.
As she leaned in close, she could smell everything on the
woman, from her shampoo to her laundry detergent, as well as the fresh scent of
her womanhood.
“It seems you are not only a Witch, but a virgin as well,”
She almost giggled as her lust took over.
She slowly licked the woman’s cheek, and felt her shudder.
She reveled in the feeling of dominating this Witch. She watched as the woman
trembled, and asked her again.
“I asked you what you were doing here, Witch. Your kind are
not welcome here.”
She opened her mouth as if to speak, but only a squeak
managed to escape.
Esther smiled, sucking in the scent of the Witch’s fear like
it was crack. She nuzzled the Witch’s neck, inhaling deeply as she smelled her
hair.
“Witches aren’t welcome in this club,” She whispered
seductively.
“What are you talking about?” She managed to cry.
Esther pulled back, looking at the woman curiously. She saw
the truth in her eyes, and was taken aback. She wasn’t a Witch? Then what was
she? She certainly looked like a Witch, and smelled like a Witch. As Esther
leaned closer, she closed her eyes, allowing her senses to tell her the truth.
There it was, a hint of something else. A Witch, but not a Witch.
She opened her eyes, astounded at this new, unfamiliar
something that stood before her.
“So, not a Witch?” She said, running her hands through the
trembling girl’s hair.
“So then what are you?” She asked.
The young woman looked at her incredulously, and Ester
realized that she might not even know that she was different.
“I—I don’t know, I am human!” She cried.
Tears streamed down
Esther moved along with the beat, feeling the music
reverberating in her very soul. She swayed back and forth along with the sea of
sweaty dancers surrounding her, and smiled sickly to herself. Her long, dark
red hair fell over her eyes as she scanned the crowd.
Men and women danced all around her, their bodies drenched
in sweat, their heart rates elevated. Esther could hear each and every one of
them, her body swaying to the sound of the many heart beats that filled the
room. She could smell their hormones, each of them dripping with lust and
excitement, their need for sex pouring out of their pores.
She was drunk with the smell, her arousal intense as she
slowly moved through the crowd, seeking out her prey. She was looking for her
new progeny, her new lover, her next companion in this long, long life. She
smelled each of the men and women as she slipped by them, surveying them
closely with her dark, blackened eyes that hid behind the curtain of her hair.
Suddenly, she smelled fear coming from nearby. The intense
feeling was intriguing, and she looked over at a young woman standing still a
few feet from her. She was staring at Esther with a panicked look, and as Esther
moved closer, she realized what she was.
A Witch, in this God forsaken night club, staring right at
her. She came to this club often, as did many of her kind, and wondered what in
God’s name a Witch would be doing here. She looked at the young Witch and
smiled, flashed her pointed teeth for the woman to see.
The young woman gasped, and moved to turn, her fear peaking
as she fled.
Esther relished her scent, loving her intense fear, her
predatory instincts taking over as she effortlessly moved through the swaying
bodies towards the fleeing woman. She felt her lust for the girl as she followed
her heartbeat, even more elevated than those of the people dancing around her.
She then saw the woman’s long, brown hair flowing behind
her, and grabbed it, pulling her to the nearest wall so fast that no one in the
crowd even noticed her. She slammed the woman up against the wall, punching the
wall next to her head and leaning in, breathing right in her ear as she
whispered.
“What are you doing here? Your kind are not welcome in this
place,” She said seductively, breathing deeply as she sensed the young woman’s
fear pulsing through her.
As she leaned in close, she could smell everything on the
woman, from her shampoo to her laundry detergent, as well as the fresh scent of
her womanhood.
“It seems you are not only a Witch, but a virgin as well,”
She almost giggled as her lust took over.
She slowly licked the woman’s cheek, and felt her shudder.
She reveled in the feeling of dominating this Witch. She watched as the woman
trembled, and asked her again.
“I asked you what you were doing here, Witch. Your kind are
not welcome here.”
She opened her mouth as if to speak, but only a squeak
managed to escape.
Esther smiled, sucking in the scent of the Witch’s fear like
it was crack. She nuzzled the Witch’s neck, inhaling deeply as she smelled her
hair.
“Witches aren’t welcome in this club,” She whispered
seductively.
“What are you talking about?” She managed to cry.
Esther pulled back, looking at the woman curiously. She saw
the truth in her eyes, and was taken aback. She wasn’t a Witch? Then what was
she? She certainly looked like a Witch, and smelled like a Witch. As Esther
leaned closer, she closed her eyes, allowing her senses to tell her the truth.
There it was, a hint of something else. A Witch, but not a Witch.
She opened her eyes, astounded at this new, unfamiliar
something that stood before her.
“So, not a Witch?” She said, running her hands through the
trembling girl’s hair.
“So then what are you?” She asked.
The young woman looked at her incredulously, and Ester
realized that she might not even know that she was different.
“I—I don’t know, I am human!” She cried.
Tears streamed down
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