pose a threat to my family with no sequence or persecution.
Daring to do the unthinkable, daring me to do the unthinkable, the fault is his.
A quiet rustle alarming me of his approach,he's moving like a cat, gliding through the woods with light, barely audible steps. A human will never hear him but I am not one. Loud and clear in the moonlit quiet, I do hear his sneaky advance towards th cabin.
Drowning in his undeserved arrogance, the mocking note of soft humming reaches me, the sound maddening, playing on strings he shouldn't even get close to.
This stupid, stupid rogue, even in my weakened state, he is no match for me. He doesn't know. He thinks he's spying on humans. He thinks he is invincible.
Waiting for him to come under the tree, bracing myself for the jump, I whistle loudly, making him freeze, hurling myself at him. My body hits his, throwing him off his feet as we crash on the ground together. Barely feel the impact from the adrenaline coursing through my veins, I raise my body from him, standing up for long enough to flip him over onto his back, then throw myself back over his body, letting my canines slide down with a hiss. Can he see my eyes glazing with rage?
His rough, bearded face paling under the shine, shock overrides fear for a split second until fear takes back the reign. He sees them, no doubt about that.
"Who...w-what are you?" Stuttering, he's struggling under me as I hold his arms pressed to the ground above his head.
I growl in warning, giving into that side of my nature that's screaming at me to bite, to tear his flesh off and consume him the way he deserves.
He's older than me. A few years or a few decades. But being a wolf has kept him young, his aging if not stopped altogether, then slowed down to a crawl.
"What am I?" I hiss in his face when his leg connects with my lower back. "You'll find that soon enough, mutt."
Bending my head down to his neck, my teeth hit an artery. His jaw is snapping at me, trying to bite me too. Letting go of his left hand, clasping my right over his chin to hold his canines safely away from my neck, I won't allow him to take a piece of me as he wishes.
Tonight it's for me to take and him to give. Piercing the skin, drinking him in hungry gulps, this is the most intense sensation I've ever felt. Warm and sweet and powerful, his blood is replenishing my strength, flowing out of him to make him weaker and flowing into me to make me stronger.
Vampire bite isn't poisonous to a wolf. It doesn't kill them. Just the opposite. Done right, done in the throngs of passion it could be an extremely pleasurable experience... but done in anger, it can hurt like a mother.
There is a pleasure to be found in pain and his pain is giving me pleasure. His screams are like a song to my ears, his struggles underneath me - like a dance of our bodies. His dying while mine is taking that life. I must stop, I must hold the thirst back before it takes the last drop of him, not ruin the purpose of this, but can I hold back once I've had my first taste?
He will die. This isn't a question. It's just not time yet.
Slipping into unconsciousness, a few more drops before I let him go, I lick the skin on his neck, the remains of blood on it, closing the wound. The act might be disgusting but the taste is sublime.
Getting off of him, I drag him to the cabin. His body leaves a trail on the ground, his very existence an insult to the forest as it is to its owners.
No one is going to take it from us. No one is going to take my family from me. Of that, I will make certain.
Leaving him to lay on the wooden floor, I go and lock the door of the cabin.
***
The place has been stripped bare from his belongings. No stone has been left unturned and no spot unchecked. All there is that could hint us of Samuel's work is his laptop. Rogues usually stay away from modern technology. Too paranoid to rely on it, they rarely use it.
Samuel, however, hasn't been the norm for what we call usual rogue
Daring to do the unthinkable, daring me to do the unthinkable, the fault is his.
A quiet rustle alarming me of his approach,he's moving like a cat, gliding through the woods with light, barely audible steps. A human will never hear him but I am not one. Loud and clear in the moonlit quiet, I do hear his sneaky advance towards th cabin.
Drowning in his undeserved arrogance, the mocking note of soft humming reaches me, the sound maddening, playing on strings he shouldn't even get close to.
This stupid, stupid rogue, even in my weakened state, he is no match for me. He doesn't know. He thinks he's spying on humans. He thinks he is invincible.
Waiting for him to come under the tree, bracing myself for the jump, I whistle loudly, making him freeze, hurling myself at him. My body hits his, throwing him off his feet as we crash on the ground together. Barely feel the impact from the adrenaline coursing through my veins, I raise my body from him, standing up for long enough to flip him over onto his back, then throw myself back over his body, letting my canines slide down with a hiss. Can he see my eyes glazing with rage?
His rough, bearded face paling under the shine, shock overrides fear for a split second until fear takes back the reign. He sees them, no doubt about that.
"Who...w-what are you?" Stuttering, he's struggling under me as I hold his arms pressed to the ground above his head.
I growl in warning, giving into that side of my nature that's screaming at me to bite, to tear his flesh off and consume him the way he deserves.
He's older than me. A few years or a few decades. But being a wolf has kept him young, his aging if not stopped altogether, then slowed down to a crawl.
"What am I?" I hiss in his face when his leg connects with my lower back. "You'll find that soon enough, mutt."
Bending my head down to his neck, my teeth hit an artery. His jaw is snapping at me, trying to bite me too. Letting go of his left hand, clasping my right over his chin to hold his canines safely away from my neck, I won't allow him to take a piece of me as he wishes.
Tonight it's for me to take and him to give. Piercing the skin, drinking him in hungry gulps, this is the most intense sensation I've ever felt. Warm and sweet and powerful, his blood is replenishing my strength, flowing out of him to make him weaker and flowing into me to make me stronger.
Vampire bite isn't poisonous to a wolf. It doesn't kill them. Just the opposite. Done right, done in the throngs of passion it could be an extremely pleasurable experience... but done in anger, it can hurt like a mother.
There is a pleasure to be found in pain and his pain is giving me pleasure. His screams are like a song to my ears, his struggles underneath me - like a dance of our bodies. His dying while mine is taking that life. I must stop, I must hold the thirst back before it takes the last drop of him, not ruin the purpose of this, but can I hold back once I've had my first taste?
He will die. This isn't a question. It's just not time yet.
Slipping into unconsciousness, a few more drops before I let him go, I lick the skin on his neck, the remains of blood on it, closing the wound. The act might be disgusting but the taste is sublime.
Getting off of him, I drag him to the cabin. His body leaves a trail on the ground, his very existence an insult to the forest as it is to its owners.
No one is going to take it from us. No one is going to take my family from me. Of that, I will make certain.
Leaving him to lay on the wooden floor, I go and lock the door of the cabin.
***
The place has been stripped bare from his belongings. No stone has been left unturned and no spot unchecked. All there is that could hint us of Samuel's work is his laptop. Rogues usually stay away from modern technology. Too paranoid to rely on it, they rarely use it.
Samuel, however, hasn't been the norm for what we call usual rogue
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