Immortals War

Ahrimand laughed out loud into the night. "Yet you do not fear me?" he asked incredulously, still chuckling heartily. He turned and walked into his room from the balcony, and poured some brandy for himself.
 
"No..." She answered truthfully. "Fear is pointless... If I am to die at your hands... then it is here I shall die..." She chuckled at the man who seemed at a loss, at least to her he seemed that way.

"I respect you however," she said turning back to him. "As you should be... respected..." she giggled a little loving this banter, it was amusing to her.
 
(Seamus)
The rendez-vous point is compromised, I realize when I scout the area, as is my habit. With the war raging on and the bloodshed on both sides rising rapidly, one can never be too careful. I watch from a distance and see that the agreed meeting point, on the banks of the Thames in the shadow of the Waterloo bridge, is empty.

Moreover, it's being watched by two others. I wouldn't have spotted them if it wasn't for a roaming dog that was chased off by one of them with a snarl. The dog yelped and scurried off, scared by the sound made by the vampire. No human throat could make a sound like that.

I suspect he's a Fullblood, though I can't be entirely sure of course. I don't recognize him however, nor does the female vampire a hundred yards away look familiar to me. I spotted her when she made eye contact with the male vampire. They must be young or not particularly proficient at staking out an area.

Still, there are two of them and one of me, and I'm not equipped to handle them. Just one bowie knife and a .45 revolver loaded with plain lead slugs. I loathe carrying silver weapons, I've hurt myself once too many with them. I know I'll probably have to start wielding some heavy silver firepower sooner or later, but generally I try to avoid it as much as possible. In my line of business it's not that big of a deal anyway, as I usually face off against human opponents. But the war has changed all that.

I linger in the shadows for an hour, seeing if perhaps another halfblood shows up. Perhaps with more of us we could handle the Fullblood spies as they're waiting in ambush, unaware that they in turn are also being spied upon. Perhaps there are more than the two I've spotted, but I dare not risk exposure to find out. Better to stay in hiding and see what develops. Caution is what kept me alive this long. Recklessness only gets you killed.
 
Ahrimand smiled, "You do not fear me, how refreshing. I get so bored of everyone walking around like a beaten dog around me. They make for such boring conversation, why it makes me positively ornery." He said finishing his brandy. "Your form pleases me young one, though you are impudent, i believe you can be made to acknowledge me as your master."
 
"Oh my lord there is no question you are my master," she purred moving to his side. "There is nothing that could convince me otherwise..." She explained knowing better than to touch his liquor. She was impudent, not stupid.

"My form pleases you master?" She asked coyly. Catherine loved compliments.
 
"It does at that." He said, his hands roaming her body. "Most pleasing indeed." His eyes filled with lust. The barmaid had been lovely, but nothing to compare to the sublime curves and flawless beauty of young, fullblooded vampyress.
 
Catherine smiled at his hands on her body, it was electrifying. She smiled at him and let her hands touch him. Truly he looked like he was old enought to be her father but his body was strong and handsome to her. She didn't mind that he looked fifty-ish.

She couldn't even worry about it as he sent shivers up and down her spine.

"Well Master... As you may already know... This body is yours to take..." she purred wishing he would kiss her. Should she have played hard to get? Was there a chance she would be thrown away?

Of course... but it was a chance she was taking.
 
Ahrimand merely smiled, before grabbing her by her throat and lifting her from the ground. "And take it I shall." he said before throwing her across his room onto his bed. Within a blink, he was upon her, ripping the dress from her body.
 
Catherine was surprised with the hand to her throat and findng herself on his bed and suddenly having her lovely blue dress torn from her body was a surprise in itself. But she didn't scream or fight him. Instead she felt a sort of excitement rush through her. The control was taken from her and while it was completely unsettling it was liberating.

She gasped when her breast was scratched and wondered if that was done on purpose or not. She would live... he would not kill her... not tonight, or at least that was all she had to tell herself.

Another gasp when her body was completely bare.
 
Ahrimand backed off a moment to absorb the full image of her body. He ran his slightly sharp index fingernail down her body, just above her navel he applied pressure, just enough to draw blood. The deep red of her blood stood out stark on her alabaster skin. He licked it off her stomach and kissed her, making her taste of her own blood. He then pulled off his own shirt, and kissed her again. "You are as nothing to me, do you now truly understand how powerless you are before me?"
 
His assualt on her body was frightening but she would not try to run away. It was not the time to flee and hide, this was the time to enjoy what he would do to her body. The tasting of her blood made her shiver.

"I understand master... I know that I am nothing to your power..." She moaned as he continued to tease her body and senses. "I am honored... That you would do such a thing with me sir."
 
He smiled and forced his hand between her sublime thighs, forcing them apart, before his powerful hands found her sex. "Beg me." he said as he kissed her luscious neck, feeling her pulse pound through the skin.
 
He wanted her... to beg?

This would be hard... She was not used to begging, normally she got her way quite easily.

She smiled and sighed at the hand forcing her legs apart. Catherine's eyes fell shut and she bit her lip, drawing blood, as she enjoyed the warmth that was starting to work it's way throughout her body.

"Please... My master... Please take all that you want from my body... Please..."
 
Ahrimand smiled as he stimulated her. "You shall have to do better then that, madamoiselle." he said, enjoying her body beneath him, she was indeed exquisite, he would surely enjoy her greatly.
 
She actually laughed when he told her to do better.

Fine...

"Please Master... Fuck me long and hard.. Please..."
 
He was surprised when she laughed, then smiled devilishly This one has spirit he said. He abandoned his ministrations in order to remove his trousers, then mounted her properly. He lips found her delectable breasts and he bit them just slightly as he slipped into her. His arms wrapped around her body and pulled it up to him, as he began his thrusting.
 
She could see the surprise and that had her smiling again. Oh, for someone so experienced and so old he sure was surprised easily. It made her smile to think of him like that. But it wasn't long before she was surprised when he filled her so effectively so quickly. She let out a loud gasp mixed with a moan.

Her eyes fell shut but as he pulled her up she clung to the strong body as the man began working on her so roughly.

"Oh my lord!" She cried out.
 
He smiled, reveling in this new body. Perhaps i shall let her live awhile yet. he thought to himself as he continued working his pleasure on her body. Their dance continued for some time, before he wrenched her over onto her stomach, his hand wrapped in her hair as he kept up his pace.
 
At first, Catherine was not sure that her body could keep up with the master's. But as the night wore on she found that she was thoroughly enjoying this, even though the pleasure was beginning to numb her. And then suddenly, as if he had read her mind...

She was suddenly on her slender belly. The young socialite let out a gasp mixed with a mildly surprised shriek before moaning as his thick prick attacked her at a new angle. Oh he was her master that was for sure. And silently she was grateful.

I would be easier to move against him now.

"Ah... aaaah...mm..." She managed, how she managed even that would have amazed some.
 
Alliandra's small pouted mouth curved up into a smile of utter devilish pleasure as she pulled her lips from her latest feed. Yet another Full Blood lay dying in her arms and she flicked the silver knife from her revolver, finally silencing the feeble beats of the nameless vampire's heart. She grinned and licked her lips of the last drops of the delicious red liquid that made her own weak heart beat flutter wildly.

Looking past her latest victim, she smiled softly, "So," her voice soft with a slightly curious tone, "How did you like you're first witness to murder?"

The young man's eyes went wide and she could hear the adrenaline induced pounding of his all too mortal heart and it made her smile yet again, "Ahhh, no need to answer that then. I already know."

The man's lips quivered and then he suddenly fell to his knees, "Mistress!" he called out, the whites of his eyes clear under the moon light. She raised an eyebrow and wrinkles appeared on her forehead as she frowned, "Mistress? What are you playing at?"

"Oh Mistress, please. Take me! Take my life and make me yours!" He began to crawl towards her and her eyes shifted to the open end of the dark alleyway they were in. People were crossing the street in front of her, not even aware of the killing she had just committed. Not even caring. She suddenly looked down as the mortal's hand wrapped around her ankle in a fierce, desperate grip.

"Please Mistress!" he begged, his breath coming ragged and his heart pounding.

"Ugh! Get off me!" she kicked her leather boot outwards and flung the mortal from his grip on her. "If we hadn't been warned not to kill unnecessarily, I would take you from this world and be damned if I would let you re-enter it!" she growled, turned on her heel and jumped onto the side of the building to her left. After digging her claws in for a mere second, she then boosted herself onto the side of the opposite building and continued leaping from building to building before she had scaled two storeys, leaping from the side of the right building onto the roof of the left.

She looked down, noting the awed and somewhat confused expression on the mortal's face. Before he could decide to somehow follow her, she vanished, leaping from rooftop to rooftop as silently as she could, which was virtually no sound at all, trying to lose the mortal below.

After once again making it back to her hideout, she smiled and looked herself over. Sure, the place was full of Hunters, but the reason it was was that it was full of Full Bloods. Delicious, free game, Full Bloods. She winced slightly as remembered pain suddenly ripped through her body, making her stumble somewhat. She gritted her teeth. It had been more than two weeks since her shoot'em up in the Saloon had happened, but even though she was a seasoned warrior, bullets still stung!

She shook her head, tonight had been a long night. Now though, besides the Full Bloods out for her head and the Hunters and Trackers on her tail, she had to dodge an infatuated mortal. Honestly, what was their fascination with the dead? It was morbid and slightly off putting. Not to mention irritating as hell!
 
Ahrimand pumped her long and hard, but the sun would rise soon, so the pleasure must come to its end. It was in good time, as he could barely restrain himself any longer. His left hand fondled her plump breast and he pulled her up close to him, as if she was sitting on his lap. His climax was near, his teeth extended and right hand pulled her head to the side by her hair. His mouth plunged toward her neck, as his orgasm drew near.

He would not kill her, not yet anyway.
 
Catherine was absently aware of how close it was to sunrise. Honestly, her mind was gone in the lust and actions of the ancient one. Her eyes fell shut despite the fact that she knew that he would bite her and take her life.

There was that silent voice telling her that he would not end her vampyric life yet... not tonight anyway.

She accepted him pulling her up to meet him, it was more difficult to move like this. Not that her own exhaustion wasn't readily apparent to anyone that choose to look. But that didn't storp her from trying for that last orgasm. She had had many climaxes this eve but this one... this time he would come to and she wanted it to be her clenching body that caused his.

She didn't try to avoid his teeth and as they sunk into her neck she screamed out passionately, not caring that any other vampire in a good mile radius could probably hear her ecstacy. In the end she clenched to him kissing and licking a spot she wanted to bite, she felt so drained now.
 
He drank deep of her blood, and her convulsion brought him to his climax. He roared with bestial euphoria as his dark seed filled her body. He released her, and fell to the bed beside her, kissing her fiercely, sharing her blood with her. With surprising gentleness, he licked the blood that ran down her sumptuous breasts from the wound on her neck.

He wanted her, he would have her. He could use a new bride.
 
Catherine easily accepted her blood back from the man and rested in his arms. After such a long night it was time for a rest from the sex and euphoria. Her breathing was starting to even out as he licked at her wounds, she could feel her body beginning to recover with the blood he had returned to her.

"Oh... my lord you were more wonderful than I could have ever hoped for," she purred. "But if you wish for me to leave your chambers I must go now," she offered noting that the sun would be upon them before too long.
 
Ahrimand lay next to Catherine, tired from his recent activities. She was good, it had been too long since last he had taken a true vamypress to his bed. No mortal could compare.
"I do not wish you to leave Catherine de Monvoisin. You shall stay. I desire a new bride, you shall fulfill that role, and perhaps, with the blessing of darkness, bear me more children. Children worthy of my line." he said to her firmly.
 
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