Hunter's Mark (closed)

[ForestFlame]

It had been two days since the incident in the woods. She relived the moment over and over in her head, the violence she had exhibited had surprised her most of all. The lack of remorse, she could easily put down to the fact that they deserved it for what they had intended to do with the girl. But recalling the sheer excitement of the kill, worried her. Her humanity was gripping on by a thread and that frightened her, but in the moment she hadn't cared. She had tried hard to retain her grasp on the human side of her nature, but had to admit, it was becoming a struggle that she suspected she wouldn't win.

She sat alone in the darkened house, intrusive thoughts her only company. She heard thunder rolling outside, the room being lit intermittently with the flash of lightening that streaked across the night sky. She tried to fight the hunger beginning to stir within her, eventually succumbing to it's insistence, she stood up, grabbed her leather jacket and walked out the door. The night was still, save for the rumbling sound that split the quiet of the night. She could feel the electric charge within the air, the smell of a storm approaching carried on the light breeze. She headed for a cluster of houses she could see in the distance, her need to feed pressing her forward. Some of the houses were in darkness, but one had a dim glow coming from a downstairs window. She walked quietly up to the window and peered between the gap in the poorly fitted curtains. She heard them before she managed to see them, the grunting and whimpering noises catching her attention. She spied him sat in an arm chair, his unshaven face tilted down as he watched the woman's head in his lap. His hand knotted tightly in her long brown hair, forcing her mouth down onto his cock, choking her with it; a twisted grin on his lips. The woman tried to push herself up, using his knees as leverage, trying to free her throat of the cock that was gagging her and cutting off her air. He yanked her head back violently and slapped her hard across the face, splitting her lip and making her scream. "Don't you fight me whore! It's my right as a husband! Now suck it you fucking bitch!" he hissed at her, spittle flying from his mouth as he barked at her. He forced her back down, ignoring the tears that streamed from her eyes.

Ayiana watched quietly, the rage beginning to build inside her. She hated guys like that, this scenario was all too familiar and made her feel nauseous. She moved from the window and walked up the wooden porch to the screen door. She smiled to herself, thinking about all the popular shows that aired on television about her kind and how they couldn't enter the home of the living without invitation. Complete nonsense of course, a name on a deed held no power over their ability to enter; human's couldn't escape them that easily. She pulled the screen open and turned the door handle, it opened with an audible click. She stepped into the shabby hallway and walked to the room on the right, where the couple were. She stood in the frame of the doorway, calmly observing them. His head was back, eyes closed, as she was sucking his cock obediently. His flannel shirt undone, revealing a pale overweight body underneath. Dark hair covered his chest and stomach and the stench of his body odour met her nostrils, making her nose wrinkle in disgust. He was holding the woman's hair still, forcing her up and down on his cock, a bottle of beer in his other hand, which rested on the arm of the chair. He lifted his head, moving the beer up to his mouth, when his eyes caught sight of her. He stopped in his tracks momentarily, a questioning look flashed across his eyes. "What the hell are you doing in my house?" He shouted, throwing the woman to one side as he stood up and lunged towards Ayiana, his beer bottle hitting the carpet and spilling it's contents . As he launched at her, she grabbed his throat, lifting him off his feet. His face turning beetroot red, as he thrashed and swung his fists at her, attempting to land a hit. She locked onto his eyes. "Stop struggling" she said calmly, her glamour piercing into his feeble mind. He stopped moving and she lowered him to his feet, holding onto his neck. "Sit back in your chair and don't move or say a word until spoken to!" she ordered. He returned to the armchair, sitting there quietly, his erection now subsided and a blank look on his face.

The woman, dressed in a flowery sundress, was curled up against the wall, her face in her hands, body trembling. Ayiana approached her slowly, crouching down and pulling her hands from her face. The woman looked up at Ayiana, a puzzled look in her eyes. Ayiana looked at her tenderly, lifting her chin lightly with her fingers and seeing the blood running from the cut in the corner of her bottom lip. She wiped it with her thumb, then tasted it, running the sweet coppery tasting nectar over her tongue and around her mouth. "What's your name?" Ayiana asked her quietly. "Lindy Sue, but folks call me Lindy " the woman replied, her voice trembling as much as her body was. "Don't be scared Lindy, I'm not going to hurt you" Ayiana spoke softly, using her glamour to calm Lindy down and relax her. She pulled Lindy to her feet and sat her on the moth eaten couch, that had been covered with quilted throws. Ayiana looked at her, she was a plain looking woman, but had a natural beauty. She wasn't overly slim, she was curvy; large breasts and full rounded hips, with a slight paunch to her belly and thick thighs. Ayiana estimated that she was around 27 years old most likely. Lindy sat quietly, smiling at Ayiana shyly. "This your husband Lindy?" Lindy nodded, glancing over at the brutal man she had shackled herself to through marriage. "Is he always this cruel to you Lindy? Does he treat you badly?" Ayiana enquired. "Yes ma'am, ever since I married him. But my daddy said I have to stick with it, plus I don't have anywhere else to go!" Lindy replied, her eyes welling up with tears. Well Lindy, you don't have to worry anymore, you're safe from him now okay?" Ayiana said, sitting down next to her and placing a hand on her knee gently. Lindy beamed, she had a beautiful smile and soft baby blue eyes. Ayiana looked into the male's eyes, using her glamour once more on him. "You are going to learn how a woman should be treated, so watch carefully you fat lump of no good shit!" she hissed at him, watching his podgy face stare back at her.

Ayiana gently ran her hand through Lindy's long hair, smoothing out the strands that stood up after his grip had ruffled them. Cupping Lindy's chin, she gently turned her face to hers, leaning in and pressing her lips softly against Lindy's own. Ayiana had never been with a woman, but something stirred in her tonight, the yearning for tenderness, soft skin and a delicate touch. She needed comfort and so she suspected, did Lindy. The touch of Lindy's soft lips felt wonderful and feeling them part beneath hers, she slid her tongue into Lindy's mouth softly. Lindy responded by running her tongue over Ayiana's, feeling the warmth of her breath fill her mouth. Their lips locked, the kiss deepening and gentle moans escaping both of them. Ayiana felt her nipples begin to tingle and harden, excitement rising within her. Her hand left Lindy's face and gently stroked down her soft neck and over her shoulder, pulling her in closer. Moving her hand to the central buttons on Lindy's sundress, Ayiana began to unfasten them slowly, their mouths still locked hungrily, her tongue delving deep into Lindy's mouth. Lindy's tongue massaging hers, the faint taste of her husbands cock still evident. Lindy reached out under Ayiana's leather jacket, her hand cupping Ayiana's breast through her blouse, running her thumb backwards and forwards across the hard nipple she found there. Ayiana inhaled deeply, feeling the tender touch of Lindy's hand stroking and kneading her breast, sending shudders through her and a want that was growing in intensity. Ayiana's gentle fingers slid inside of the opening in Lindy's sundress, her hand moving over the bare soft skin and finding her ample breast, so soft, so warm, so comforting. She caressed Lindy's breast, squeezing it gently, finding the nipple and rolling it between her thumb and forefinger. Lindy moaned softly into her mouth, her body responding to the taste and touch of another woman.

They broke the kiss, Lindy pulled Ayiana's jacket from her shoulders and dropped it to the floor, pushing Ayiana back onto the couch and laying on top of her. Ayiana moved her legs up onto the sofa, opening them slightly as Lindy lay between them. They smiled at each other and kissed again, more urgently this time, their passion growing with each flick of their tongues in each other's mouths. The soft delicate perfume that Lindy wore, filled Ayiana's nostrils and she breathed it in deeply. Her hands gently running through Lindy's hair, as Lindy began to kiss her neck, running her tongue along the soft slender lines of Ayiana's throat. Nibbling, licking, kissing her way down to Ayiana's collar bone, Lindy began to unbutton the white blouse she wore. Opening the front of it, she looked hungrily at Ayiana's hard rose pink nipples, her tongue and lips continuing their journey from her collar bone across the soft flesh of Ayiana's pale breast. Lindy glanced up into Ayiana's eyes, seeing the passion, the yearning in them; before closing her mouth around her nipple. Ayiana gasped, feeling her nipple in Lindy's hot wet mouth, feeling the tongue that flicked over it firmly, the pinching of the teeth as Lindy bit it gently. She groaned loudly, her hands running through Lindy's hair, her breath coming in gasps of pleasure. Lindy sucked the nipple into her mouth harder, her hand kneading Ayiana's other breast. Overwhelmed with the feeling that Lindy was eliciting within her, Ayiana felt the warm wetness gathering between her legs, the lurch of excitement continually racing across her groin area. Lindy moved her mouth to Ayiana's other breast, the soft warm breath dancing over her pale skin, raising gooseflesh and making her nipple harden even more. Lindy's mouth sought it out, her tongue lashing at it, running around the breast gently, before once again putting her hungry lips around the nipple and sucking on it. Gasps escaped Ayiana, she was lost in this moment, lost within the pleasure that another woman was giving her. Lindy began to kiss and lick her way down Ayiana's body, running her wet tongue around her navel, and dipping it inside lightly.

Ayiana's yearning was nearly unbearable, her passion, previously being tempered, was beginning to rise uncontrollably. Her black leather skirt, radiating the heat from her sex back onto her thighs. Lindy sitting up slightly, reached for the hem of the skirt, pushing it up, as Ayiana lifted her buttocks slightly to help. Lindy's eyes took in the pale white nylon thong that Ayiana was wearing, smiling as she saw the wetness creeping across the thin fabric. She leaned down, her face close to Ayiana's sex, inhaling the scent of her deeply. She snaked out her tongue and very lightly ran it over the wet patch on Ayiana's underwear. Ayiana groaned loudly, her hips jerked slightly at the surge of electricity that raced through her. Lindy looked up at her face, smiling as her tongue once again began to lick lightly over the pussy soaked fabric. Lindy groaned, tasting the musky sweetness on her tongue, as she slowly circled the area with her tongue. Ayiana, grasped Lindy's head firmly, gently guiding her movements, feeling the soft warmth of the tongue flicking over her panties. Lindy reached up, pulling the thong to the side and revealing the soft delicate lips, glistening with moisture. Ayiana gasped loudly, feeling the cool air across her pussy lips, before it was replaced with the warm breath of Lindy's mouth. Lindy kissed Ayiana's sex gently, soft tender kisses, that wet her lips with the juice that had culminated there. She looked up at Ayiana, smiling and licked her lips, tasting the sweet nectar that had moistened them. They locked eyes, the expectation building up inside Ayiana and exciting her more and more. Pulling Ayiana's panties off, Lindy kept her eyes on her face, as she kissed her pussy lips once more, gently opening them with her hot tongue and finding the slick wetness. She gently ran her tongue up and down between Ayiana's pussy lips, mopping up the wetness and relishing the taste of her. Ayiana moaned loudly, her hips rolling involuntarily, crying out loudly as Lindy pushed her tongue deep into her soaking cunt.

A loud cry came from Ayiana, as she felt Lindy's tongue delving deep inside her pussy, swirling around in the soft velvet of her sex, lapping at the gushing wetness that greeted her mouth. Ayiana's hips bucked, pushing her cunt harder into Lindy's face, while Lindy grabbed her buttocks and forced her hips upwards, eating her greedily. Lindy plunged her tongue deep inside Ayiana's pussy over and over again, fucking her with a stiff pointed tongue, the delicious flow of juice trickling into her mouth. Ayiana's hips, now off the sofa, grinding on her mouth firmly. Ayiana's cries becoming louder, more regular as her thighs tightened around Lindy's head, preventing her from thrusting her tongue in anymore. Lindy began to lick her quivering pussy up and down, moaning into her sex, as she felt the tightening of Ayiana's body. One loud cry from Ayiana and she came hard over Lindy's face. Lindy plunging her tongue back inside Ayiana's convulsing cunt, feeling the muscles clenching on her tongue and tasting the flood that washed over it. As Ayiana's orgasm subsided, she relaxed the grip with her thighs. Lindy began long slow licks up and down Ayiana's slit, gathering all the wetness, as Ayiana's breathing steadied. Ayiana pulled her up and kissed her deeply, tasting the musky cum that covered Lindy's face and tongue.

She stood Lindy up, glancing at her husband, who was sat immobile in the chair, the only difference being the raging hard on that protruded from his lap. His eyes full of lust, knowing he could only watch this strange woman having sex with his wife, but could do nothing else. Ayiana knelt down, pushing up the sundress that Lindy wore, running her thumbs up the inside of her thighs as she did so, revealing her uncovered lightly trimmed pubic hair and smelling the intoxicating aroma of her pussy. She ran her tongue up Lindy's inner thigh, feeling the heat from her sex radiating onto her face as she got closer, lightly brushing her tongue across the lips of her pussy, before running it back down the other thigh. Lindy stood, looking down at Ayiana, her breathing heavy, the front of her dress open revealing the majority of her pendulous breasts. Ayiana looked into her eyes, they exchanged a knowing look, a wry smile and Ayiana lunged forward, her mouth suddenly closing around Lindy's wet cunt. It was her first taste of a woman and she found the earthy wetness appealing. Her mouth closing around the wet lips, she sucked them gently. Her tongue snaked out, flicking firmly over Lindy's clit, swirling it around the little hard mound and sucking it into her mouth. Lindy, holding her dress up, groaned loudly "Oh god yes, your tongue feels so fucking good!". Ayiana sucked harder on her clit, nibbling it and flicking her tongue over it wildly, feeling Lindy's legs trembling as she gripped onto her thighs, pushing her legs further apart, opening her up to the mouth that craved her taste. Ayiana reached round, grabbing Lindy's ass cheeks and pulling her forward onto her mouth. Her face becoming drenched in the torrent that flowed from Lindy's cunt, her nose being tickled by the pubic hair that framed her pussy. Lindy reached one hand down, grasping the back of Ayiana's head and grinding into her, short sharp gasps escaping her throat, as Ayiana's mouth and tongue worked frantically on her hot dripping sex. Ayiana's tongue lapped feverishly between Lindy's pussy lips, sucking and licking with wild abandon. She forced her tongue inside Lindy as far as it would go, the heat encapsulated her tongue, the smooth walls of Lindy's cunt being caressed with each probe. She pushed Lindy down on the sofa, pushing her knees up to her shoulders and leaving her wide open for exploration. Ayiana plunged her tongue back inside Lindy's pussy, licking her wildly and moaning loudly, alternating between long licks and sucks on her clit and deep tongue thrusts into the volcanic heat of Lindy's cunt. Lindy grabbed her head, pulling her face in harder and yelping with pleasure, her other hand tugging and twisting her nipples. "Oh god I'm gonna cum!" Lindy screamed. Hearing that urged Ayiana on further, her licking and sucking increased until, with a loud grunt, Lindy squirted into her face. Ayiana tried to catch it all with her mouth, continually licking and sucking, as Lindy bucked wildly. They kissed again, Ayiana's face drenched with Lindy's cum, as they locked mouths. Lindy began to pull her dress down, revealing her beautiful breasts, with large erect nipples. Ayiana's mouth sought them out, sucking and flicking them with her tongue, helping Lindy push her dress over her hips, before undoing her own skirt and pushing it down her legs.

Both of them completely naked now, they kissed passionately, Ayiana laying Lindy down on the sofa and straddling her head. She lay on Lindy's body, her face once more diving between Lindy's thighs and lapping at her cunt. Lindy grabbed onto Ayiana's buttocks, moving them apart and thrusting her tongue deep into her wet pussy. Both of them groaning as their mouths pleasured each other, Ayiana pushed two fingers deeply into Lindy's hot opening, while her tongue flicked firmly over her clit. Pistoning her fingers in and out, feeling Lindy's tight pussy gripping her digits. Lindy, copied her, taking two fingers and delving deep inside Ayiana's cunt. Her tongue licking all around the wet lips of her pussy and finding it's way to her ass. She licked around her asshole, hearing Ayiana groaning as her tongue invaded, pushing past the strong muscles and delving deep inside her. Ayiana let out a long cry of ecstasy, the combination of fingers and tongue, driving her towards orgasm. Their fingers fucking each other faster, groans and gasps escaping them and Ayiana's face warm with the heat from between Lindy's legs, her tongue flicking over the swollen clit and sucking it. Ayiana bucked wildly, gasping loudly, as she screamed out and came again. Returning her mouth to Lindy's cunt, she licked and sucked her pussy, her fingers hammering in and out of the hot wetness of her sex. Feeling Lindy stiffen, her tongue still buried deep in Ayiana's ass, she frigged her harder, feeling Lindy clench hard against her fingers, feeling the flood of cum as it washed over her hand. Lindy groaning loudly as her tongue was forced harder into Ayiana. They began slowing down, as she felt Lindy's cunt convulsing frantically as her orgasm hit and then abated.

Lindy reached over to the small table near the sofa and picked up a two cell rubber coated flashlight. She ran it up and down Ayiana's wet pussy, making it slick and then gently eased it inside her pussy, stretching her slightly with the thickness of it. Ayiana gasped, staying on all fours while Lindy began to fuck her with the flashlight. Ayiana pushed back hard against the thrusts of the torch, yelping as it entered her deeply, her eyes rolling with the ecstasy of it. Lindy's thumb rubbing against Ayiana's clit, while she buried the flashlight deep in her cunt over and over. Ayiana, grabbed onto Lindy's ankles, an orgasm charging through her again, her fangs, which previously she had consciously tried to prevent emerging, now sprang forth. Her head thrust back, her back arched, when the orgasm hit with such ferocity it shook her whole body like an earth quake. She collapsed on top of Lindy, who pulled the flashlight from her pussy and licked the cum from the rubber handle.

They moved into a scissor position, each of them feeling the hot wet pussy of the other crushed against their own. Propped up on one elbow, they rubbed their clits together hard, each holding onto the calf of the other for leverage. Bucking hard against each other, their eyes locked, the wet slapping sounds of their sex making them more excited. Lindy didn't even flinch at seeing Ayiana's fangs, she was too overwhelmed with lust to care. Gripping on tight, they came, gushing cum over each other's pussies, their breath ragged with the exertion. They finally collapsed in a heap, out of breath and totally spent. Ayiana moved up to kiss Lindy's soft lips and they lay in each other's arms, gently stoking each other's soft skin.

They lay with each other for a while, Ayiana's fangs still not retracted. Lindy looked at them and touched the point of one with her finger. "Are you going to bite me?" she asked gently.

"No, I'm not. I am hungry though, so I may have to drain your husband a little. My glamour will wear off him in a day or two if I leave him like that. But I don't want to leave you with him" Ayiana replied, softly, taking Lindy's finger and kissing it lightly.

"Do you have to go? I don't want you to" Lindy said, holding Ayiana closer.

"I have to, some of my kind are after me, I'm not safe here!" Ayianna stated.

"I'll help you!" Lindy replied. "Help me by getting rid of him and I'll help you!" Lindy nodded towards her husband, still sat in the chair, his eyes wide and pleading.

"Get rid of him permanently you mean?" Ayiana questioned, looking Lindy in the eyes.

Lindy nodded "I can't stand it no more, he hurts me all the time. Don't leave me with him!" Lindy begged.

"I won't!" Ayiana replied. Raising up from the sofa, she approached Lindy's husband, tilting his head and sinking her fangs deep into his neck, drinking deeply. Lindy appeared by her side, watching her with fascination, a small smile appearing on her face. Ayiana, let go, smiled at Lindy, who leaned in and kissed her, tasting her husbands blood on her lips. Ayiana bit down on his neck again, feeling the hot flow in her mouth, the pressure dissipating as his heart slowed. She removed her mouth from him, careful not to drink after his heart stopped. Only oxygenated blood could be tolerated by vampires; once the heart stopped, they would be drinking blood filled with toxins, unfiltered by a non working liver. Lindy's husband was slumped over, but she could still hear a faint heartbeat, very slow, but it was there. Suddenly she jammed her hand through his rib cage, grabbing his heart and wrenching it free. She held it in her hand, looking up at Lindy, whose shocked face relaxed into a broad smile. There wasn't much blood, not much to clean up, one advantage that she was grateful for. She put the heart in a plastic bag from the kitchen and knotted the top of it. After talking for a while with Lindy, she washed up and dressed, leaving her address written on a notepad, before taking his body and the heart and disappearing into the woods.

She lay silently in her coffin, eyes closed, when the knock on the door startled her. She pushed open the lid carefully, stepping out and slowly ascending the stairs. After checking that it was dark, she crept to the living room window, peering out to see who was at the door. A feeling of utter happiness flooded over her and she swung the door open wide, launching herself into the arms of Lindy. "Thank you so much for agreeing to drive me out of here, I really appreciate it, I honestly didn't think you'd turn up!" She grabbed the cases she had packed the night before and left the safe house, heading into the mountains to Lindy's cabin, where she would be safer.

 

[SeanBurns1975]

Duncan knocked again. Had that vampire, Willow, lied to them? It was possible, though highly unlikely considering the amount of drugs they had pumped into her. She had been quite emphatic that Ayiana would be here. Just as he was about to knock again it happened. One of the effects of the procedures he had undergone during Operation Totem were heightened senses. There had been no sound to alert him. No movement to see. It was the smell that alerted his brain to their presence. His sense of smell was nowhere near as acute as when he was transformed, but at the moment, it was enough to save his life. He spun away just in time as the door in front of him exploded into splinters. He managed to release a cloud of holy water as the blur of the vampire's body shot past him and was rewarded with an inhuman scream of pain. He had no time to enjoy his small victory as he was only able to brace himself for the second vampire's attack. The strike lifted him off his feet and threw him into the entrance way of the house where he struck a wall and fell prone. He was fighting on pure instinct and years of training now. He knew he had at least a couple of broken ribs, his breath was coming in ragged gasps. He had gotten to his feet and had his staker in hand but had been too slow. One taloned hand lifted him off his feet by the throat and the other was crushing his wrist until he was forced to drop the staker. He let out a grunt as she casually snapped his wrist. He knew the second vampire would recover quickly from it's injury, he had to act. He could feel her glamour tearing into him as she spoke with a thick German accent, the coppery scent of blood filled his nose.

"You vill pay for zat, jäger. Now, tell us, vere is Ayiana?"

She was tall and muscular, dressed in form fitting black clothes under a black trench coat. She had short cropped blonde hair and almost translucently pale skin with Nordic features. He could smell the gun oil from a concealed firearm. He smiled into her icy blue eyes, then bit hard onto the capsule. She had not seen him slip it into his mouth after he hit the floor; she had been focused on the obvious weapon in his hand. She howled in pain as the explosion of holy water took her right in the face. He dropped back to the floor, his mouth full of his own blood and shards of broken teeth. That had hurt, a lot. He picked up the staker with his off hand and fired. Not at her, but at her partner who had now recovered and was barreling down on him. The second vampire, a mirror of the first, took the shot in the abdomen. He cursed and fired again, hitting her shoulder. He knew who these two were, and unless there were more than one pair of blonde vampire twins this was not going to be easy.

They were known collectively as the Jägermörder, a society of vampires who specialized in hunting the hunters. The Ice Twins, Ilsa and Sofia, were two of their top agents. Why were they looking for Ayiana? They had recovered incredibly quickly, much more quickly than he had hoped. He was pretty sure he wouldn't be able to take them out in a fair fight. He could feel the fear well up inside him and with it, the beasts roar. He tried to take in his surroundings but it was pitch black in the house and he dared not take his eyes off the vampires. He spun once more to try to dodge an attack but was slowed by his sore ribs. He was lifted off his feet from the shock of the blow. He crashed across a table, he heard his shoulder pop out of it's socket as the thunderbolt of pain shot through his body. He collapsed on the floor. He watched her close in on him and knew she would be his death. She lunged at him. He felt time slow to a crawl. He saw her moving towards him as though in a trance, dispassionate. He heard the howl. His mind was slipping back as the beast took over. His senses exploded. He saw the surprise on her face as his hand caught her square in the chest. A wrist that had been shattered had healed almost instantly in the moments between the transformation and the injection of the sedatives. He felt the bite of the chain as he grew to his full height, forced into a crouch by the confines of the room. The vampire managed to take the strike and roll back to her feet, though she was in obvious pain. In his transformed state the darkness of the house was lifted, he could see and hear their every movement. But most notably, he could smell her. He could smell Ayiana. It was faint, but she had been here. He tried to keep a hold of the beast who wanted once again to chase her, follow her scent. There were things he needed to know first, he would not be caught off guard again.

He could smell the stink of their fear as they tried to circle him. They each drew small automatic weapons and emptied them into him. He felt them impact against him as he sprung at the closest vampire. His speed caught her completely off guard, nothing as big as he was could possibly move that fast. He had anticipated her movement and had caught her by the throat in mid air. He then slammed her face first into the floor. The other vampire flew at him with a scream, her fangs and claws sinking into the arm that pinned her sister to the floor. The taste of his blood was like nothing she had never experienced before, she could feel it coursing through her body like hot fire. She felt her injuries heal as the power of his blood raced through her. She bit deeper, drinking greedily, lusting for the heady taste of it. It was overpowering, overwhelming, it became her world. Distracted by this new sensation, she never saw his claws coming. Her head was still attached to his arm as her body slumped to the ground. He pulled the head from his arm and dropped it. Her sister screamed with impotent rage from beneath his clawed foot. He picked her up by the throat and slammed her into the closest wall. His face was inches from hers. His six inch fangs exposed as he snarled at her.

He could still talk while transformed, though it was incredibly difficult to control his tongue and mouth enough to be articulate. What came out was mostly a series of growls and whines that made him sound far too much like a breathy version of Scooby-doo.

"Rhy, rant her?"

He could see the fear in her eyes as he began to crush her neck. She tried in vain to claw at his arm and his face.

"RHY?"

The roar tore through her. She immediately stopped struggling. Her eyes fixed on his.

"He vants her back, jäger. Und he vill haf vhat he vants. Alvays."

She then smiled, he heard something snap in her mouth as she went limp in his hand, blood and drool pouring out of her mouth. He heard something metallic bounce off the floor, he looked down just in time to see the grenade detonate.

In the aftermath of pain and deafness the beast took hold. The beast staggered into the night air and found it. Her scent. Once again, he had found her too late, but this time there was nothing to stop him from finding her. He could not hear the sirens but the red and blue flashing lights were getting closer. He could feel her scent like a warm embrace, he ran after it with a howl. His conscious mind was lost in that scent and the memories that came with it. He let the beast lead him to her.

*****

Fabian was standing before Vincent smiling countenance. He was vaguely aware of other people around him, but all his senses were fixed on his Master. The man whom he loved. The man he was going to murder and whose place he would usurp. He remembered the first time he had seen him. He had been found guilty of being an enemy of the people by the Revolutionary Tribunal and was set for the guillotine. He had fought with les Chouans to oppose the revolutionaries at Fougères and then Vitré , and Laval. But he had been captured, dragged to Paris with 50 of his comrades to be made an example of by the revolutionary scum. But first, he was tortured for information. He was beaten, humiliated, violated, and in the end, he was broken. This had been his introduction to Vincent. a creature who delighted in the torment of his victims. They had given free reign to his sadism in return for the information he extracted. Of course he could have used his glamour at any point to achieve the same ends, but Vincent was a master, and wished only to hone his craft. There had been something he had seen within Fabian that had impressed him. His torture lasted weeks, then months before he was finally sired. From that day and for the next century and a half he would be Vincent's most loyal servant.

From Paris, they went to Warsaw, Constantinople, Chios, Batak, Armenia. Each of these massacres were instigated or perpetrated by Vincent and his thralls fomenting racial or political unrest. Over those years, Fabian learned that Vincent himself had been roaming France and Europe ever since his siring during the St. Bartholomew's Day Massacre. At first, Fabian believed these undertakings were only an expression of his master's sadism and blood lust. However, Fabian, always observant, ambitious, and ingratiating, soon realized there was a method and pattern to all of these: Vincent was searching for something. It took Fabian almost fifty years before he gained enough of Vincent's trust to be told what it was he was looking for: changelings. They had been hunted to near-extinction by both vampires and the inquisition, but Vincent believed there were still remnants of clans throughout Europe. And yet, he never found a single one, not until Dachau. With the whole of the Gestapo helping him collect specimens from across Europe for experimentation,he managed to find one. It was a half-breed mongrel, barely able to transform, but Fabian was in awe of the power Vincent gained from feeding on that creature. Wouldn't Vincent be jealous to know that the hunters had been far more successful in rounding up their own changelings. He remembered the look on that bitch Umbria's face when he told her and her half-breed lover, it was priceless.

There were the sounds of other voices, distant, on the edge of his hearing.

"Agent Halton, this interrogation is being taken over by the Obsidian Group, please report to your supervisor for debrief."

Fabian listened but the words did not fully register, all he knew is he wanted to remember his time at Dachau, all the things he had discovered as they pulled that changeling apart over and over again through the course of the five years they worked there. They had discovered so much about the nature of changelings and the nature of vampires themselves. But the greatest revelation for Fabian was that Vincent was not working of his own accord, there was someone else directing him, directing others. The test subject and a great deal of their research notes were lost when the camp was liberated, however, Fabian's ambition had grown with the knowledge he had gained, he no longer saw Vincent as a master, he saw him as a stepping stone towards directly serving a greater master.

But despite five years of ground breaking results in Dachau, they were still missing one crucial piece of the puzzle. But Fabian laboured tirelessly to undermine Vincent's research while advancing his own. And so he discovered, before Vincent could, where that piece could be found: America. Through his intimate relationship with Vincent he managed to manipulate him into taking a seat on the elders council in the Chicago Citadel without tipping his hand to his true purpose.

Fabian remembered all of his schemes and machinations after arriving in Chicago. How it had taken almost five decades before he managed to discover Ayiana and her true nature. He was going to hand her to Vincent's master on a silver platter, but he had been perhaps too patient, too cautious. Just as his plans were coming to fruition, it was all snatched away. Somehow Vincent had learned of his plans. Perhaps he had always known. He remembered a few other minor details as well. Such as where he had sent Ayiana and of course who had tipped him off to the Citadel Raid. He wondered for a moment why it was so important to remember that.

Once he had finished, the man in the grey suit stood up, removed the memory card from the video recorder, placed it in a small box which he then locked with a swipe of his thumb print. He nodded to the other two men in the room as he left. One of the men stood in front of Fabian, removed the intravenous needles and the electrodes, stood up, removed a staker from his hip holster, leveled it, and fired. By this time his associate had unfolded the body bag and together, they placed Fabian's body into it, zipped it up, and then wheeled it out of the room on a gurney.

Vincent looked on all of this with a distant, vague smile, a stream of drool running from his lips.

*****

In a way, Johanson had always known it would come down to this. He knew from the day he and Duncan stepped out of the isolation cells after the fiasco that was Operation Totem. The transition back to hunting had been hard. Controlling the beast within him had been hard. Seeing the looks on some of the other hunters, the fear he could smell pouring off of them had been hard. The way their eyes could never meet his for long before dropping to the floor, even now, when there were ten of them, all pointing a gun at him.

"It's Deacon, right?"

The man's eyes found his for a moment as he tried to stammer out a reply.

"This isn't personal, Papa Bear, I'm sorry."

The big man sighed, deeply. He hadn't trained or fought with any of these hunters. He was certain that had been a requirement of the assignment. But even so, Johanson was well known and well liked among the hunters. This could not be easy on them, it wasn't going to be easy on him either.

"I'm sorry, too, because neither is this."

At that, Ramirez jumped out from behind him letting loose a pair of flash grenades.

There was a blinding flash as they detonated, a roar that almost drowned out the sound of automatic gun fire, and then there was silence.

*****

Duncan ran on. His conscious mind was overwhelmed by the base desires that drove the beast within him. He had to suppress a burning desire to howl into the inky blackness that surrounded him on this moonless, overcast night. He had no need of his eyes as his nose was now leading him. He remembered her scent on his skin after the night they met. That was the sent that drove him on, running on all fours. He could feel the burning silver on his neck and was fending off the need to rip it from his neck. It would eventually run out of the drugs that kept him in control. He had never remained transformed this long, but he didn't care, his only thoughts were on her. He had been searching for too long to stop now. Ever since their last parting his very soul had ached, burned to see her again. To taste her, touch her. He was getting closer now, he knew it, he had left suburbia far behind and was running along country roads. He needed to find her. He had spent a lifetime searching for her. He had searched for her never knowing why until he had met her. So many wasted years, he would not be denied when he was so close. He bounded down the road as other scents, familiar scents, began to fill his world. He could not place where or how he knew them. The drugs had run out. His control was slipping. The beast was losing it's focus, the smells were now intertwined, coming at him from everywhere. They drove him to crash through the forest. He was close, he knew, to something, something he wanted. His mind grasping at the last straws of control as the beast howled into the night.

He had been running non stop for almost six hours, the scent was getting stronger, though he was no longer certain what scent he was chasing anymore. His vision was blurring, there was a taste of tin in his mouth. He had not known the new amulet had a fail safe. A very powerful sedative had been pouring into his blood for the last hour. Exhausted, the creature that was once Duncan crashed through the underbrush of the forest until it collapsed in a clearing. There were lights, a pair of blinding lights. He struggled to get up his fight or flight instinct was screaming for him to move but then the scent hit him. A familiar scent. Two shapes were outlined against the lights. Two women. Blackness took him.

*****

Brooks was completing his area sweep when he found it, right where the GPS tracker said it would be. He clicked his headset, speaking into the mic.

"HQ, this is Black Omega at grid point six eight five alpha. Target located."

He heard the crackle of the response.

"Copy, Black Omega, report."

He picked it up, held it in his hand, watching the early morning light glint off the silver.

"HQ, Lobo is off the reserve, repeat, Lobo is off the reserve. Will begin fifty click search and evacuation."

There was a longer pause than he expected.

"Negative Black Omega, Team Obsidian One is helo inbound in one twenty mikes."

A shudder worked it's way up his spine.

"Roger, HQ, will expand the evacuation to one hundred clicks. Requesting two evac teams to assist."

He looked at the screen of his tablet, planning the deployment. At least it was a sparsely populate area.

"Roger, Black Omega, two teams inboud, 30 mics. Rendez vous at grid point six two two alpha."

He paused, not really wanting to ask the question but knowing he had to.

"What are our orders if we find the target before our own evac?"

There was pregnant pause, they were asking for confirmation from higher ups.

"Black Omega, you have go for lethal ordnance. Repeat, this is not a recovery, you are go for shoot to kill."

He began shouting orders to his team. There was a lot of work to do and he only had two hours to get it done and get himself and his men the hell out of the area. He looked around the small clearing and frowned. He had liked Duncan. He had trained under him. He sighed as he got to work; he was going to miss him.

 

[ForestFlame]

She sat on the porch of the log cabin that belonged to Lindy's late husband, looking peacefully at the clear night sky and the thick forest surrounding her. She could see the grey outline of the mountains surrounding the valley where the cabin sat and she wondered how magnificent they must look in the light of day; although she knew that was something she would never witness. She could smell the acrid smoke from the log fire inside, that swirled from the chimney in the cool mountain air, reminding her of the range cookers that it had been her duty to light and keep burning during her days as a Maid of all works. The years had passed quickly since then, so many experiences, so much death. At quiet times like this, her thoughts always drifted, bringing with them the sting of loss and the anger of being forced to let go of everything she cared about, including her life.

She missed London, the bustling streets and simple life that she had known. She missed Arthur, the memory of him bitter sweet, the love they had and the tragedy that ultimately eclipsed it. But she still held onto him, still had a piece of him that would always be with her. She thought of the jar, filled with embalming fluid that she had protected all these years. She carried it with her everywhere, guarding it like a priceless treasure, which of course to her, it was. Arthur had always had her heart and she had kept his in her safe keeping for nearly a century now. How tragic that a jar containing a simple organ was her only comfort in this new existence she found herself in.
She recalled Demetrius and the look of self satisfaction he had on his face as he tore out Arthur's throat in front of her. Draining her afterwards and forcing her to drink his blood, before placing her in a coffin within the basement of his large town house. She had often wondered why, on occasion, he would drink from her. He had always told her that they could only drink living blood, that it was dangerous to do otherwise. And yet he had shown no ill effects from her blood, in fact he seemed to thrive on it, becoming more powerful than ever. But, she obeyed his every word and had never tasted another Vampire, even now when she was free of him.

She remembered that she had bided her time, until Demetrius had been resting. Sneaking into his study and searching for his latest journal, hoping to discover the whereabouts of Arthur's body. Demetrius documented everything, writing in his journals religiously. He kept the completed ones locked away, she didn't know why, but she didn't care, her only focus was to find Arthur. She had persuaded Demetrius to let her hunt alone one night and she had taken the opportunity to retrieve the heart, the one thing that connected her and Arthur in life. She remembered the revulsion as she had unearthed Arthur, seeing his once beautiful face now frozen in terror and pain and nearly unrecognisable, caked in mud from the banks of the Thames river. His flesh had began to putrefy and the overwhelming smell of decomposition was unbearable. She collected his heart quickly, reburying him and telling him that she loved him. She recalled seeing the local newspapers the night after, talking about a break in at the morgue and blaming body snatchers, which were rife in London at that time. The reporter stating that the body snatchers must have been disturbed before they could make off with a corpse. Surprisingly there was no mention of the embalming fluid or organ jar that she had taken.

A heart, the simple muscle that sustained life, ached when hurt and overflowed with joy when loved. It's steady rhythm had always reminded her of being human, had allowed her mind to escape to happier times. Lying with her head on a human chest, listening to the pounding drum of life, was her one solace in the life thrust upon her. She hadn't told Lindy, unsure of how she would be portrayed. Would Lindy understand her reasons for preserving her husband's heart in a similar fashion? She felt compelled to do it, she didn't know why; after all, she had never felt the urge to harvest any since Arthur's. For now, she would keep it to herself, never imagining that others may see it as the start of a collection of trophies.

She saw the headlights approaching, it was Lindy, returning after her trip home that day while Ayiana had slept. The pickup truck rolled to a halt outside the cabin, Lindy turned off the ignition and the headlights, exited the vehicle and approached Ayiana with a huge smile on her face. "I've managed to get all my clothes, they're in the truck. I will get ready and go to town, see who I can bring back for you!" she chimed, her voice light and carefree. Ayiana wondered why Lindy was so willing and unafraid to bring a human back for her to feed on. She had taken on the role of a thrall, although Lindy didn't seem to require to be glamoured, she was a very willing participant. Ayiana imagined it was because she was grateful for being freed from the abusive existence she had endured. She could tell now that Lindy enjoyed the vicissitudes of her daily life; in fact she was thriving. Ayiana smiled briefly and watched as Lindy gathered her belongings from the truck and took them into the cabin.

It had been about half an hour when Lindy appeared at her side. Ayiana caught her scent, the strong musky perfume she wore overwhelming her senses. Lindy kissed her cheek lightly and skipped off towards the vehicle. "Be back shortly!" she called gleefully. Ayiana watched her walking awkwardly in her tight short red dress and black stockings, teetering on the high stiletto's she was wearing; not exactly conducive to this terrain, but ideal for attracting male attention in the right environment. Lindy looked nothing like the plain frightened women she had first seen. She was heavily made up with makeup, her hair curled and shiny and she moved with a new confidence that shone from within. Normally Ayiana would be happy that she had made such a positive change in someone's life, but she felt empty, detached from her emotions. She contemplated the idea that she could simply drain Lindy, but being ever practical, she knew that her food source would be severely limited if she did that. Like it or not, she needed Lindy, for now. She watched as the truck roared into life and headed off down the dirt track towards town.

The bar was packed, music played loudly from the Jukebox in the corner, as Lindy made her way through the throng of people to the bar. She slammed a ten dollar bill on the counter and ordered a whiskey. The barman, a tall dark haired man, served her, placing the glass on a paper coaster and giving her the change. She looked around the bar, spotting the male attention she was gleaning from a group of guys sat at a table in the corner. It wasn't long before one of them strode up and stood beside her. "Well hey little lady, can I buy you a drink?" he asked. His brown eyes looking her up and down and inadvertently licking his lips. He was fairly handsome, with dirty blond hair that looked unkempt and a five o'clock shadow. He was broad and wearing jeans and a button down shirt, that she thought may be a little too small for his build. "Well sure!" she replied, downing her whiskey in one hit and slamming the glass back on the bar. He smiled broadly at her, looking over her shoulder to his friends at the table, who were making lewd gestures and were obviously a little jealous that they had not taken the initiative first. They spent the next hour flirting with each other. He had told her his name was Kirk and that he was recently divorced. They laughed a lot and found themselves moving ever closer together, before he suggested they go somewhere more private. She nodded and taking his arm, they left the bar and headed to her truck.

Before she could unlock the door, he pushed her against the vehicle, leaning in and kissing her. She responded by throwing her arms around his neck, their tongues eagerly exploring each other's mouths. His large hands began to run over her body, cupping one of her breasts and massaging it roughly. His breathing becoming short, as his excitement rose. He pulled the top of her dress down, revealing her left breast and placed his mouth over it, licking and sucking at her hard nipple. She ran her hands through his hair, groaning with pleasure, their passion growing in intensity. His hand slid down her body and moved between her legs, pushing her dress up slightly as his fingers found the warmth of her sex. He rubbed firmly on the outside of her panties, running his fingers up and down her pussy, feeling them getting moist from his touch. He pulled away, grabbing her keys from her hand and unlocking the truck. Opening the back door, he pushed her down on to the back seat; the door still open, her legs protruding from the vehicle. He began running his hands up her stockings and following them with his mouth, his stubble catching on the fine nylon of them, as he worked his way up her legs. He continued kissing and biting his way up her inner thighs, until he reached the smooth skin where her stocking tops ended. Running his tongue over the soft warm flesh, she moaned loudly, grabbing firmly onto his tousled hair and pulling him towards her aching cunt.

Excited now, his cock hard and straining to be free of it's fabric prison, he roughly pulled her black panties to the side and thrust his tongue into her hot depths. She sighed deeply, before allowing a delightful giggle to emerge from her, while she held his head firmly between her thighs. He lapped greedily at her pussy and she felt his fingers at her entrance, arching her back, as he plunged two of them inside her. She opened her legs wider to facilitate his movements, holding her panties to the side for him, his fingers penetrating her deeply and curling up to rub against her G Spot. He frigged her wildly, twisting and turning his fingers frequently; the wet squishing sounds of her cunt filling the air, as he fingered her furiously, before an orgasm charged through her, coating his hand with the warm wet cum that followed. She panted loudly, bucking against his hand and mouth. "Fuck me!" she demanded and he willingly climbed on top of her, undoing his belt and zipper and pulling his jeans and underwear down to his knees. Their lower legs sticking out of the back door of the truck, not caring if someone could see them or not. He reached down, grasping his cock and guiding it to her entrance, rubbing the head up and down her glistening slit, before ramming it roughly inside her eager cunt. She cried out, her groans of pleasure piercing the darkness of the car park, mingling with the faint music and muffled voices from the bar.

He grunted loudly in her ear, driving his cock deeply and vigorously inside her dripping pussy. The hot wetness encasing his hardness and spurring him on. She dug her fingers into his ass cheeks, pulling him harder into her, his cock making her gasp with each deep thrust of his hips. "I'm going to cum!" he rasped, pulling his cock from her, kneeling up and stroking his shaft quickly and firmly. She moved speedily, sitting up and opening her mouth, her tongue extended out, ready to receive his load. He grabbed the back of her head, pulling her face closer, grunting and gasping as he came hard. His cum, splashing across her cheek and lips and coating her tongue, dripping from her face onto her exposed breast. When he finished, she took his cock into her mouth, licking and sucking the remaining cum from it and swallowing the hot stickiness. He collapsed on her thighs, taking a moment to recover, before standing up outside the vehicle and pulling his underwear and jeans back up. He grinned broadly at her, looking at her half lying there, her dress rucked up, one breast hanging out and cum over her face and chest. She swiped up the remaining cum from her breast and cheek with her finger, licking it clean, before straightening her clothes.

"Well that surely was a lot of fun!" she giggled. "Oh yeah!" he replied, a large smile on his face. "I bet I could make it more fun for you?" she challenged, smiling back at him. "I have this friend, she's all alone tonight, maybe you and me can keep her entertained this evening?" she quizzed. Tucking his shirt in, he stopped in his tracks, glancing at her wickedly. "Well I'm game if you girls are!" he exclaimed, unable to hide his delight at this new revelation. It had always been a fantasy of his to fuck two women, this only happened in the porn magazines he read, he never thought it would ever come to fruition. "Well hop in the passenger seat, I'll introduce you!" she said gleefully. He walked around the vehicle, getting in and shutting the door, as Lindy drove him out to the cabin in the mountains.

 

[SeanBurns1975]

Duncan drifted in and out of consciousness. For how long, he could not guess, time was meaningless. He heard snippets of conversations. He made out blurred shapes of light and dark through a fevered dream. Memories of pain flooded him, images he could not understand. A woman in a white dress. There was so much blood. It was all over her dress. He knew it was his blood. He could feel himself going cold, his eyes losing focus as she reached towards him screaming his name. He cried out as he woke.


"Aiyana."


There was a soothing voice at his ear.


"It's okay, I'm Valerie you are among your own kind, you're safe here."


In his confusion he instinctively reached for his amulet and found it missing. His heart leaped with terror as he barely managed to get the words out of a mouth that felt like paste.

"You're not safe. You have to get out of here."


The voice giggled as her small hand found his and squeezed it. His eyes were adjusting to the darkness of the room he was in, lit by the light of an open laptop screen. He watched the young woman walk away from him and bring back a glass of water which he drank greedily. She was dressed in a University of Chicago hoodie and jeans. Deep set dark eyes behind a pair of large round glasses that gave her an owlish look. Her dark hair was pulled up into a bun with two pencils sticking out of it. Her smile was warm and friendly. She was quite lovely. He was lying in a soft bed, in what appeared to be a rustic log cabin or cottage complete with Amish style furnishings and quilts under which he lay, naked.


"I know what you are. How is it that you don't know what I am?"


At those words something clicked in his mind. Something he had only noticed subconsciously, something that had been screaming at him in the back of his mind now came into sharp focus: her scent. It was familiar, not all of it, but something about it was familiar, like a familiar lilt of an accent. She smelled like Johanson. His eyes widened: how could it be.


The woman's humoured expression turned to one of deep sadness and concern at seeing his obvious confusion.


"You didn't know? You've been alone this whole time?"


Her hand squeezed his tightly.


"I'm so sorry, foundlings are not uncommon but you came to our territory the night before the Beltane, we were certain that's what brought you."


She seemed lost in thought for a moment, seeming to connect some dots of her own.


"You will need to speak to our mother."


****

Brooks' teams had tried their best to get all the civilians at risk out of the immediate area under the pretense of a gas leak from the nearby fracking site. Of course some of the locations were too remote to be reached in time. There might even be collateral damage again. The risk always existed when obsidian took over an operation, but he acquitted himself with the thought that they had done all they could and that this was for the greater good. He and his team were in the chopper leaving the area when they arrived in four black Chinook helicopters flying in close formation. He watched them touch down and the handlers get to work. The door lowered and two metal cubes were rolled out of each one and onto the ground.


Their cages were opened and they ran howling, screaming into the early morning light. Having been given the scent of their target and their rudimentary orders, they tore off in pursuit. There would be no stopping them until they had found their prey. There would be no quarter given once it was found. Their massive bodies rippled like water as they effortlessly ran through the woods on all fours, pausing at times on their hind legs to get a better scent. As the one in the lead lost the trail and howled in frustration, the others spread out to try to find it again. One howled in confusion, they had not found the original trail, they had found something else. Something similar, something familiar. As the others approached and gained this new scent the leader, the largest female, immediately yelped and tore after the new scent. It was stronger, more recent. Something was burning within her. She needed to find this scent.


****


"So much for a nice retirement in the Bahamas."


She gave him a long aggravated stare as she looked up at him.


"We were never going to the Bahamas, you don't like the heat."


He pulled her closer, gently, making sure not to hurt her. They were sleeping in the van they had bought with some of the cash they had saved in a safe house for the moment they always knew would come.


"Where are we going then?"


She sighed and held him tightly, wincing against the pain in her ribs and shoulder.


"I don't care as long as I'm with you."


It wouldn't be long before they would find them, they both knew it. They'd find Duncan too. They knew what they had to do. It was a good thing they had kept a lot more than just money in that safe house.


****


Valerie lead Duncan out of the room he was in after getting him some clothes that were a little too big for him though he admitted he was in no position to complain. They walked down a long hallway lined with doors and into the main hall of the cabin where he had been asleep. It was far larger than he had thought. It seemed more of a lodge than a simple cabin. There was a cavernous central room with a large, circular, rough-hewn stone fireplace at it's centre in which roared a bonfire. Surrounding this were several tables. From this room, four hallways radiated outward which, Duncan surmised, would contain other rooms like the one he had been in. Hunting trophies lined the walls and the domed ceiling. A smell of smoke hung in the air but above it all, that distinctive scent now stronger, more nuanced.


There were about twenty people now gathered in the room, creating a loose semicircle around an elderly woman, sitting at the hearth. Her face was a maze of deeply creased wrinkles highlighted by the dancing firelight. Her long white hair pulled back in a braid that slid over her shoulder as it snaked down to her waist. She was smoking a horrible little pipe that had stained the hair around her face yellow. And despite that, her teeth were bright white against her tanned, leathery skin as she smiled looking at him. Her bearing was proud despite leaning heavily on a cane even as she sat. She waved a shaking had towards Valeire motioning her to bring Duncan closer.



Every eye was on him as he was presented to the person Valerie had explained was the pack's mother. He could sense the protective tension in their body language as he approached her. He could barely believe that he was standing in a room surrounded by changelings. She removed her pipe from between her teeth and pushed it into his chest. She leaned closer grabbing his shoulder with a claw like hand that held far more strength than her frail frame could possibly have. She pulled him closer, sniffing at him, seeming to consider what it was she was smelling before delivering her judgement of him.


"You are no foundling, are you? You are not of our kin. You are not natural. But you are alike to us. We have met your kind before, oh yes. Mindless, full of rage, their bodies and minds tainted with human technology. You are different, though. I can smell it on you. You can be trusted."



She nodded and sat back in her chair and the tensions in the room evaporated as she continued to speak.


"We keep our packs small, harder to detect. It's how we have survived as long as we have. But we need new blood to keep the pack strong. That is the purpose of Beltane. We attract members of other packs to keep ourselves strong. You are strong. We have need of your seed to make our pack stronger."


He backed away in shock, barely able to find the words.


"I'm sorry, what?"


The old woman smiled as Valeire took Duncan by the arm. He turned to see her smiling face. He was overwhelmed by a growing sense of desire for her. He couldn't understand it.


"You don't need to feel ashamed of your desire for me, I could smell the desire brewing inside you from the moment you saw me. I know you can smell mine for you as well. You're fighting your nature because of some foolish human religious ideals. This is the Beltane, and I have picked you as my mate and our mother has accepted the union."


She was right. He could smell it all around him. The naked hunger and lust was filling his nostrils, clouding his mind. He wanted to say something but his mind was no longer able to focus on anything except her smell as she came close and took his unresistant hand in hers. His mouth was watering at the sight of her, his cock was throbbing to life despite himself. He was vaguely aware of other couples around them as she lead him towards a large set of doors and out into the cool night air. Several fires were burning there in a large clear area surrounded by deep woods. He was oblivious of anything other than the burning lust he felt for this woman he had known for a matter of minutes. She smiled sheepishly, as though the boldness she had felt at the outset was waning. Looking up into his face, biting her lower lip she painstakingly removed her glasses and put them into a case. In the flickering light of the fires she pulled the sweater off over her head. Her lithe body and small pert breasts only made his cock throb more. She then slipped out of her jeans and it was then that the full force of her scent hit him like a truck. She moved towards him then and pulled him into a long, deep kiss, he could offer no resistance. He returned the kisses with increasing passion as her scent fogged his every thought. His heart raced and as her hand took his cock he howled. He felt the change coming and that was the last conscious thought he had. He could do nothing about it but stare into her beautiful, calm, smiling face as the lust burned through him. He had lost control but there was no fear, only desire.


She smiled and stepped away from him, watching his transformation, entranced. His lupine form was enormous, muscular, and beautiful. She hungered for him; unable to stop herself from licking her lips as she watched his swelling errection. He howled again and her howl joined his as her whole body seemed to boil and expand. Their howls joined others around them, the scent of their desire joined theirs as well.



She realized quickly that he had lost his conscious mind, but that was okay, she would be more than capable of dealing with him despite his size. He seemed unsure and confused, the howls and smells were distracting him so she slapped him hard across the muzzle. He growled, bearing rows of razor sharp teeth. She turned and raised her haunches to him and whimpered seductively. He needed no other encouragement, his mind went from rage to desire in a heart beat. She felt him drive his cock into her. She gasped and whimpered as she took every last bit of him. She howled with pleasure as he began to pump in and out of her, his claws tearing into her shoulders to hold her still. She winced in pain. She liked it rough but she also had her limits and she knew he was not going to last like this. She spun away from him, sweeping his legs and then rolling on top of him, pinning his hands over his head. He struggled and snapped his jaws at her, howling with frustration and rage. He was strong but almost mindless she knew how to use her weight to keep him pinned until she was ready. She slowly lowered herself on to his cock. He whimpered and howled. She rode him to the rhythm of her own pleasure, delighting in teasing and frustrating his desire to finish quickly. His whimpers were simply too delicious and she strove to ensure he was completely within her power as she felt him fill her to bursting. It was not long before she finally gave in to his pained whimpering and climaxed as she felt him explode inside her. His cries of passion were a furious whine as she lost hold of his arms and fell on top of him. They lay panting his eyes looked pained and confused as she tried to comfort him. It was then that she heard it.


A howl split the night followed be another and another. She did not recognize them, her hackles raised and a growl came from her throat.


Something was approaching out of the woods. Several somethings in fact, their eyes shining back the firelight in an eerie mix of red and green reflections.


****

The voice crackled over the headset.


"They've located the target. Sweeper team, keep the perimeter sealed. No one gets in, nothing gets out."